John Timpane

April 20, 2008 at 12:07 pm (Uncategorized) ()

Let Thought Accept Its Place

Through chew, through eyeless churn, earthworms tumble the earth

By inching, bunching; segments collapse, telescope,

Render the hardpack (degradation left of leaves)

Loose to water, air, exchange of chemical fire; they

May wrap, warp, runnel, drill and shift out passages

Through dirt in humble wavelets through the surface, yet

Their work arranges earth for the root green riot; they

May be unclean, may be unthinkable, yet only

Such might – muscle in the billions – could be enough

To throw a planet’s skin awry, fieldbed for seeds.

We can not see it, do not know it; can not reach

So deep; we cannot reach so deep; we cannot reach

So deep. Let thought, a flicker through a surface, trace

Of lightning through its skin, accept its place with worms

To overturn, to undermine, mix earth and air.

John Timpane is the Associate Editor of the Editorial Board of the Philadelphia Inquirer. His books include Writing Worth Reading (coauthored with Nancy H. Packer), It Could Be Verse, and Poetry for Dummies (coauthored with Maureen Watts and the Poetry Center at San Francisco State University). His poetry has appeared in Sequoia, Vocabula Review, Northeast Corridor, 5_Trope, Eight Millennial Voices, Bucks County Writer, Live Oak, Wild River Review, and elsewhere. He is married to Maria-Christina Keller, copy executive at Scientific American. They live in Lawrenceville, N.J., with their children, Pilar (whose poetry also appears on this site) and Conor.

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