I only just encountered the work of James Galvin (1951-) this year and am quite taken with his quietly powerful renderings of the rich landscapes both within and around us.
“The Stone’s Throw”
Tell me something. I don’t care what.
Tell me despair is a dress that opens;
The nail, doubtless, is driven straight down
Into the twisted cedar post.
Say death is listening at the door.
Tell me how, between opposites, to tell
The relative from the absolute;
Why the creek sobs out at the start of spring,
Though the spring sun, among stars, is undistinguished.
Paper rose, stone’s throw: show me the smallest necessities
Joining to complete the world.