8.1 Spring/Summer 2010

Daniel Tobin Descending Figures

 
10.        In lieu of origin
                begin at the bottom,
                work your way down.

9.          Arms tucked
                the unborn floats
                beyond the womb wall.

8.          At my station
                infinity wakes
                or stands on its head.

7.          Highest heaven
                or cliff, lean-to
                or scythe…

6.          O bent b-flat
                are you not the worm
                of thought turning inwards?

5.          In the white-out
                a glimpse
                of the snowman melting.

4.          Half trowel: with its bricks
                you build a house
                for emptiness.

3.          Headless, the eagle
                streaks above
                the black swan.

2.          Alone you too
                have listened to
                my song through fog.

1.          How still
                the axel
                without its wheel.

0.          It goes and
                goes, goes
                on without you…