In a long widow thirst stuck,
from Jordan's midst red and growing,
and with ivy crowned the impossible person's
Foot sparks tankless in swamp. A museum of natural history
flourishes in freedom. Like fish-flies
trees' crooked roots go out of tune and love
Horses' wild flight his late cup
fluttering out of the frost, as
lying days came in a crowd to bathe their clocks
in the evening light.
Believed by no one, having seen a geyser
shoot from the stone brook like T. and know
something forgotten under his innermost skin
listing towards hope.
Hugh Thomas is a Canadian poet and translator. He teaches mathematics at the University of New Brunswick --Fredericton. Three chapbooks of his poetry are available: Mutations, published by BookThug, Heart badly buried by five shovels, published by Paper Kite Press, and Opening the dictionary, published by above/ground press.
the Tuesday poem is curated by rob mclennan