Issue 9 – Winter 2005 -Jerry Mason

Jerry Mason


The Wind As Poetry

after Stevens

A mad ear cocked to a conch shell
thinks it hears the sum of seas.

Sun-trammeled, the listener mines
this tone, thing of thin geometry.

What else but the wind cradled
in a pink enamel horn

could make of hearing
a long promise in the mind.

For a week now, on the shabby coast,
shells have skidded back

into the sea.  Corpulent winds
have squeezed into hunching streets.

Say less of the bobbing trees,
the swirling and parceled wet.

The sound is our concern, the
spiral yearnings of the ear.

Strokes of a fluid hammer, braiding and
unbraiding quests, else an animal

loosed and raging for rest.



Jerry Mason’s poems have appeared in PloughsharesAmerican Letters and CommentaryMudfish, and other journals.  He is currently putting together work for his first collection.