From Fieldbook series
1
Early in the field—
………….I trace horizon where field makes horizon
gnashed with earth, scavenge for pieces in rubble
a spiral piece
breaks underfoot
(I look underfoot)
piece knaps to flint-point
fact? I found
Bird in eye-sight, in field
cannot imagine what bird sees
(I mark this in the field book)
Storm returns only to return
overhead
Now is what I name:
……….cloud-edge,
……….flint-knap
……….palm
(Look, while I collect)
rubble beginning in dampness,
field can hardly be seen by dim-light
when I try to finish
my collecting
and I cannot
2
He waited a day by river-edge
sifting the
Given pieces—
river unearthed
the river unearths
the river unearthing
water weathered sandstone
water cooled wrists
river water
filled throat
rocks in river eddy spiral
The day collected
here, half re-collects
in these pieces:
River-boat approached
the delta field
(mark the sail-motion in field book)
He traded with strangers
parchment for a box filled with daylight
He records:
……….sulfur on hands
……….folded parchment
……….3 stones
He wrote by daylight
and what he wrote he put in this box
Grant Souders is currently earning a B.A. in Creative Writing at Colorado State University in Fort Collins, CO. A few of his poems have appeared in A Literary Journal.
Poem from Phoebe, Souders