Like two pianists performing the same
sonata in different ways, prediction
allows for surprise. So, last week’s
blizzard came this week and maybe
we can suffer next week’s indifference
today, the drifts and apathetic plows
piling it into corners, blocking passage
across the street, forcing improvisation,
the path no one foresaw until
the daily route was cut off.
Maybe too the crescent moon will crest
like the waves it brings up the beach,
and, also like them, curl into itself,
nesting and depositing fragments
of starlight and ice. Like frost on glass,
decorating the dark behind it, because
the very night itself dreams, the great
sleeping earth rolls over, offering
her children back to the distance
between daylight and the endless
space into which it hurtles
in search of something to strike.
Michael T. Young’s third full-length collection, The Infinite Doctrine of Water, was longlisted for the Julie Suk Award. His previous collections are The Beautiful Moment of Being Lost and Transcriptions of Daylight. He received a Fellowship from the New Jersey State Council on the Arts. His chapbook, Living in the Counterpoint, received the Jean Pedrick Chapbook Award. His poetry has been featured on Verse Daily and The Writer’s Almanac. It has also appeared or is forthcoming in numerous journals including Atticus Review, Gargoyle Magazine, One, Rattle and Valparaiso Poetry Review.