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 Contents | October 2003 More on poetry from The Atlantic Monthly. |
The Situation
by John Skoyles .....  Hear the author read this poem (in RealAudio)It's tough, isn't it, star, to be harangued by every strain of brimming heart? It's hard, isn't it, moon, when crowds fidget with their swizzle sticks as you brighten the bay? And head, doesn't it hurt when love ignites its pesky orbit and all logic strays? Hot, isn't it, sun? Admit it's a relief, shade, to wear camouflage while the flamboyant fade away. Go ahead, god, and blame this mess of blood and flesh on free will. That's life, isn't it, death, when guardrails along the steep drive home bristle with wreaths and bouquets?
John Skoyles teaches at Emerson College. He is the author of a collection of nonfiction, Generous Strangers, and three books of poetry, most recently Definition of the Soul. Copyright © 2003 by The Atlantic Monthly Group. All rights reserved. The Atlantic Monthly; October 2003; The Situation; Volume 292, No. 3; 102. |
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