April 2015
Poetry is a lonely business, but I have a friend who plays guitar, and when I play bass with him, I find community. My most recent book is In This Place: Selected Poems 1982-2013 and I've had recent poems in Hummingbird, Atticus Review, Hamilton Stone Review, and other literary magazines. I'm honored to serve as managing editor of the Lorine Niedecker Monograph Series, What Region?. I blog as The Middlewesterner (www.middlewesterner.com), and have put up at least five little poems a week since mid-2008.
Another Grey Day
The wet sky,
a chill wind.
If this be
spring, what
else will come
to nothing?
This Morning
Morning's greyness.
Wind on the water,
wind in the trees.
And the birds, the
small, sorrowful
birds come home
again to nothing.
What Sky
What sky but this blue one?
The sun. Our moon at night.
Our green trees. The screaming
colors of flowers. What
other world could we love
than this we're born to, which
pulls us towards its
center and won't let go?
This, the only one.
Nothing
there but
everything
at the edge
of the edge
of the marsh.
Night Sky
The thousand
million stars.
The whispering
trees. The wind.
A darkness that
calls all night.
Every sorrow
the same sorrow.
Every choice
the final one.
©2015 Tom Montag