Archived Poetry

from Winter 2005 [Issue No. 5]


Martin Galvin


Got nose to nose with ants, I did,

to get our signals straight about our needs.

Came eye to bulged eye with a hungry frog

Thrust beyond himself for living’s sake.


When I saw the ways things work,

I tried the boneyard stumble,

letting my whole sack of immortality

and noble thoughts - my serene self itself


come separately to a ground as hard

as pulled triggers on elbow and knee.

Try falling once yourself, astonished man,

as natural as tomorrow, and stagger up


all aches and crinks and joy at having them.

Now, then, to the wobble of wheel, the hill

that means to keep us in our place,

the parachute, the wizardry of rain.



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