Passing Light
Whatever I took from it,
that poem I heard on the radio
as I drove toward Albany,
long vertical sheets
of New York bedrock
framing every word,
it could not mean so much again.
The unfamiliar landscape
disappearing beyond my periphery
must have lent to its power
to its meaning
to the way I wanted, then,
to stop before I reached my destination
and look for you,
some copy of myself
speaking to my imagination
whispering things
that only I would ever say.
DeMaris Gaunt
7-6-11
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I currently live in Greenwood, Indiana. I love to listen to music, books on CD, podcasts or NPR as I work in my studio. My favorite artists are Andrew Wyeth and Edward Hopper. I love poetry, but only the good stuff that isn’t so abstract I can’t understand it. Abstraction better lends itself to visual art, I think. Stephen Dunn is my favorite poet. He’s said just about anything that can be said about the inner workings of the heart and mind. My favorite novel is Atonement by Ian McEwan. My all time favorite band is The Cure. I love science, and anything that relates to how the mind works. I don’t believe in the supernatural. If I could meet anyone in the world, it would be Richard Dawkins or Steven Pinker. If you don’t buy my art or read my poetry, buy one of their books. It will enrich if not change your life. My favorite things to do are hiking, kayaking and camping. My favorite food is so common, I’ll keep you in suspense (It starts with a P). I prefer chocolate to vanilla. Green is my favorite color. I have an aversion to planning or scheduling of any kind, and I live for spontaneous adventures! Telephone conversations make me anxious, and I avoid them at almost all cost. I had a happy childhood. I’m having a pretty fantastic adulthood. I have every intention of seeing my 100th birthday, after which I will happily relinquish my guts to the future of medicine.
Cheers! ~DeMaris
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A poetic encounter fixed in time and place. Isn’t it wonderful? And, while you’ll never lived through it again, you have this poem to bring it back to mind.
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