Wednesday, June 19, 2019

BERT MEYERS ~








Rainy Day




Outside, nothing moves: only the rain

nailing the house up like a coffin.



Remember, in childhood, when it rained?

Then, the whole world sailed down the alley:

leaves, paper, old shoes, the buildings,

everything like a circus going to sea.



Now, the rain, the iron rain, with its little keys

is closing all the doors. . .



and I think we're all dead. See how the sky

sits like a tombstone on the roofs.






Evening on the Farm




Time for a jacket now,

and to put my hands away.



I must learn from the stars

how a field should look.



But one by one, bright children,

the stars rush downstairs



to meet my horses and hay

with their astonished eyes.







Apprentice




Because

I love you

I've learned to be

this hammer that runs

all day like a horse

with its hoof in its head.



In the afternoon

my hands

lie down together

for a minute.







Twilight at the Shop



A whole day at the saw —

when they come for the rubbish,

I throw myself

out with the dust.



We smile and smoke and praise

what's left of the sun.

Dark trees have bottled its light.

They glow like many beers.






______________________

Bert Meyers
Sunlight on the Wall
Kayak
1976