Where I Am Not
I like to walk in thought where I am not:
Rain in the valley where no footprints press
The soil with heavy tread of humanness;
The stream that flows like blood, without the clot
Of self demanding to be set apart.
I like to think of things bereft of thought,
Of places with no words to mark the spot,
Of trees unblemished by a dated heart.
And yet, despite me, there I always am,
As constant as the light by which I see,
As empty as a cloudless winter sky—
And on this empty page only the poem.
As I diminish, someone speaks in me,
Before and after words, the sole word—I.
The author’s book of poems Chains of Snow can be purchased directly through the Pitt Street Poetry website: http:http://pittstreetpoetry.com/jakob-ziguras/.