Journey Poem By Eamon Grennan

Journey Poem By Eamon Grennan

Get the word and go.
The river is waking:
the train breaks morning open over water.
Fleets of sleek sailboats bob at anchor.
Steely sheen. The green of the far shore
splashed with light. White
blouses of women
touching their fragrant patient bodies.
A tall bird bends
to its shiver-image
in water, refreshing itself
before flight. The river
runs down to salt, and the sun
of the summer solstice
transforms water
to one wide flash of glass.
Mortuary after mortuary
of spent cars, ghosts
of tenement windows
flapping plastic; the city
suddenly lapping my ankles
with soot and clamour
till the plane pushes up
through clouds, climbing
with streamlined heavy effort
towards the rarer medium:
we’re leaving earth
and leaping into the clear
blue dome spread over. Below us
a firmament of cloud
fashions a soft nest
for sunlight, bulky crests
of almost otherworldly weather,
nothing but radiance and shade
stretching as far
as the eye can see, a picture
of speechless peace, a world
that’s not our world
yet we’ve come into it
as into some kingdom of tranquillity
where all our tears will be—
as they say—wiped away,
although this very minute
I might imagine
something still anchored
in her remains, as if
waiting for this face
to bend over her final face,
this firstborn voice to say
the word, any word, and let her go.

Eamon Grennan
from So It Goes

Journey Poem By Eamon Grennan

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