Poetry April 2010

The Ladder

He worked for years on the tablet,
deciphering the pictographs. He knew
it was a kind of language, those images.
An eye. A bird, maybe a crow.

A basket of wheat. A ladder.
Did the order of the images matter?
He cross-referenced similar texts.
He studied the history of the region

and satisfied many hours in the tablet’s service.
In a cousin language, a ladder
was the word for happiness, to rise up,
to be lifted above the ordinary.

After years of work, he sorted it out.
It was poetry, bad poetry, adolescent.
It read: “Today, I am happy,
happy all this day, today.”

Michael Chitwood’s new collection, Clamor, will be released later this year. He teaches at the University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill.
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