Poetry for People
Who Don't Read Poetry. Spirituality for Me
and Maybe You.
Chris Spark
"[Spark] definitely has something going here: the quick take, unexpected turn-arounds, lots of playfulness... delightful in many instances." —Billy Collins, former US Poet Laureate
6 x 9 paperback, 118 pages
The Morning I Married the Sky
a collection of poems
(selections below)
i tripped
i tripped
i tripped and fell
but as i fell
i invited everything
i passed
to fall
with me
for jogging almost
for jogging almost
every day barefoot
on asphalt. for standing
in my driveway to listen
to wind
for averting
my gaze and not greeting
you with sufficient
effervescence. for all this
and more i am proud
to be named this year’s
“neighborhood eccentric” i said
to an empty veteran’s hall
may i walk with
may i walk
with the unapologetic
gait of the donkey
in pasture at once
purposeful and easy
as he flicks
his ears to drive off
flies
Shackleton’s Men
i listened with a mixture
of disdain and wonder unsure
how to judge
these mad men who ventured
with Shackleton in wooden ships
for hundreds of days through
fields of ice, faces
swollen with frostbite,
limbs black and weak
from scurvy, bickering
in the wake of each
implacable rebuff,
while the great war ate the world,
and all for no reason
except to be first
to cross the snowy crown
of the planet and even then
they failed
until at the end i heard that one
of the men—his name
was Richards—
said he had no regrets
“it was something,” he said,
“the human spirit accomplished.
it was something
you tried to do.”
when i rounded the corner
when i rounded the corner
an expanded empty
paper shopping bag
was tipping back
and forth in the road
like a sow that couldn’t
get up but after sorting
through mail on the front
steps i turned again
it was doing cartwheels
towards the intersection