“Nomad” by Robin Beth Schaer
Just 94 words. All but 20 are of one syllable. Think about that for a moment. No, marvel at it. And not just any words, mind you. So many words of deep resonance for us humans. Elemental words: beasts, boats, hands, wheel, days, threshing, feet, tongue, knot, swim, oars, snakes, trees, bread, sky, heaven, hope, shore.
And with such simple words, to have created such images! Just one example: a fishing net cast into the air above a body of water. Look at the way it arcs, the way its weighted edge wheels into bright air and then sinks through the … days.
This is what a good poem does. It rescues, even redeems this tired, abused, listless language of ours.
Not to mention everything else poetry does.
I, for one, will start my day — that is, I will harness myself and draw this life of mine behind me — with a new and welcome sense of possibility, with my eyes fixed on the yellow shore.
Thanks, Robin Beth Schaer.