Yellow Crane
By Susan Gillis
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Susan Gillis
Susan Gillis is a Montreal-based poet, teacher, and editor who has also lived on the Atlantic and Pacific coasts of Canada. A member of the collective Yoko’s Dogs, she is the author of Swimming Among the Ruins (Signature Editions, 2000), Volta (Signature Editions, 2002), which won the A. M. Klein Prize for Poetry, The Rapids (Brick Books, 2012), Whisk (with Yoko’s Dogs, Pedlar Press, 2013), and several chapbooks with Gaspereau Press. Susan spends a lot of time in rural Ontario, near Perth, where she does most of her writing.
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Yellow Crane - Susan Gillis
Miłosz
Overture
For awhile as children we didn’t know time existed.
Then time teased us; eager to catch up with it, we wanted to have sex with stars, or just anyone, to drive, to drink, to travel; we wanted to be old enough.
Eventually we were, but still time was ahead of us. Now we wanted to be old enough to speak our minds without fear of consequence, to do things we weren’t ready for just yet but someday; we got together with time and made plans.
Only that day never came. Instead, we woke from a dream of being chased and realized we’d switched ends; now time was taunting us to come back.
Our children grew up too fast, or had never materialized at all; we couldn’t believe we’d been so good looking, in spite of our ridiculous outfits and the hair.
For a long while a battle raged. Cunning, trickery, deceit, excellence, lists — we used them all.
Gradually we became tired of our heroics. We saw where this was going, and began to befriend time.
Soon Arthurian England didn’t seem so different; we could imagine the sound of crickets in the Roman Coliseum. Uruk could be a living place, with friends and romance and intrigue and all the other elements of the mysteries we’d taken up reading.
Deep time seemed like a place we might visit, like the Danube or Antarctica.
We collected brochures, planned our next move, the next-to-last or next-to-next-to-last, hand in hand with time, who seemed at last to be giving us good advice.
We got ready.
Took us a while, didn’t it?
Obelisk
1
Light and shadow sweep the field, hasty, hurried.
The wind that pushes the clouds that make the shadows is high.
The hay is not waving, only the light on the hay.
And then the wind spirals down, down, the hay in whorls, shaking.
A shadow crosses.
On my left the stone wall springs to light, flowering plants in the niches, radiant.
This is how we don’t write anymore: stone walls, hayfields, ruins, the beauty of ruins.
Charged with being too politicized, Czesław Miłosz answers that he can write the senses, would like to, therefore doesn’t.
If you have a nail in your shoe, what then? Do you love that nail?
No, or yes, it’s the same thing.
I stretch out my legs and stare over the field.
Pine, pine, spruce, fir, pine.
Wind in the poplars over Willow Pond.
Yes, I would like to be a poet of the world.
New weather drifting toward me over the hay.
1 Czesław Miłosz’s In Milan
is a poem I keep going back to for its many conundrums, not least of which is whether he loves the nail.
2
Daffodils and bluebells have naturalized in the grass between the driveway and Woodshed Hill.
When I pick them and bunch them in a jar I’m just doing what comes naturally, a thing that’s second nature, a choice that’s ceased to be a choice.
A whole-heartedly embraced preference, like swimming or lying in the hammock. It’s warm enough now to lie in the hammock between the shed and the tree at the edge of the rock pile,