'Poem for the week' -- "We Dream The Dreams Dreaming Us":
You say we should wait—
It must have snowed all night or season,
we don’t seem to know
and there isn’t a clock;
I say then
we should
wait, I
trust you.
The white page is blank outside;
we haven’t heard in days.
There is not enough time for a whole new plot.
Inside, the wax dilates
wide around the candle.
We sit in the dark
and wait
and are separate,
but looking at each other—
-- Brian Tierney
From the author:
“The title is borrowed from Shangyang Fang’s excellent first book, Burying The Mountain, and I loved the possibilities it opened with the complicated concentricism of its claim. Like many poets, liminality interests me. Dream or reality, present or future, snowstorm or apocalypse, prophecy or experience. This is the end or the beginning. This is the new phase or the final phase. Though, really, binaries break down in the face of the potential for love, which can correct and redeem all that we have done to the Earth, and to all earthly life, and, most especially, to each other. Not simple, sentimental love, but the good, hard love that requires believing each other to be worthy; the love of sitting quietly together in a quiet room in a turbulent time—interpersonal togetherness as a starting point.”
