Definition: Writing by Maja Trochimczyk

       Vintage Underwood  Apryl Skies © 2012

in response to George Jisho Robertson’s essay “Path of Poesis”

It is not like splitting the match in four

or counting devils on its round head –

none of this matters, really


see the sunrise above Strawberry Peak

and Mount Disappointment shimmer

on the puffy underbelly of summer clouds


be dazed by bright ripples on a shallow canyon stream

shining like scales of a carp waiting to be killed

in a bathtub before Polish Easter


listen to the roosting birds at dusk,

the murder of crows covering tree branches

with angular shapes, dense Xenakis chords,


black clusters, dissonant, intense. They bathe

in the river, sit on a concrete bank with wet wings

outstretched, drooping with water, docile


like tattooed crowds resting, sweating

on sandy beach towels in Santa Monica,

waiting for a tsunami that will not come


shifting the gaze is important, from the navel

to cosmos – not how we fail in a multitude of ways,

but what graces hide in galaxies


that collide amidst exploding supernovas,

on thousands of inhabitable planets

we’ll count but never touch –


we’ll touch but never count

the veins on the petals of the rose

shriveling from desert heat, just opened


Not us, then, look around, 

catch what's already gone, hold it
in your hand - the spark, the passing

Maja Trochimczyk © 2012