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Oshon

Published onDec 09, 2024
Oshon
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Oshon


Now I am brought to this edge 
and have felt the unknown hand 
grip the underside of my belly. 
I have risen impaled,
unearthly posed,
thrust toward a kingdom.

I have flown grasshopper wings 
cross-ways in the sun 
and have believed I was a bird. 
I have stretched myself amazingly; 
done enormous feats of the soul. 
But it is too much, too little. . . .

Now I am brought to this edge 
and have heard you howling from the water. 
I have left the water running. 
I have crawled to you on my knees. 
I have licked your hand, waiting. 
I am of whose kingdom, whose kingdom? 

Vol. 14, no. 1, 1986


It was 2002 before his first collection of poems, In Killdeer’s Field, appeared, which included the poem “Ohshon.” He has managed some sort of book every couple of years since, most recently from Broadstone Books: Selected Poems (2013), Wa-hita (2017), and The Bean Can, a novel (2018). Winding down a bit now, though Appalache, poems, he hopes to have in hand in the spring.
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