By Cold Water
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Christopher Dombrowski
Chris Dombrowski’s poems have appeared in numerous journals and anthologies including Colorado Review, Crazyhorse, Denver Quarterly, Orion, and Poetry. The recipient of the Associated Writing Programs’ Intro Award, and other honors, Dombrowski has worked as a river guide, poet-in-the-schools, and teacher of creative writing at the University of Montana and at Interlochen Center for the Arts, where he served as writer-in-residence.
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By Cold Water - Christopher Dombrowski
water
To Carry Water
There is the bird beak’s way
and the way of the woman with child.
The eye’s way
and the way of the well bucket.
The oak tree’s way is not unlike that
of the cloud or the long dry summer it was
when the birdsong stopped,
and the woman stood tiptoe
looking down the well. Perched
on the handle of an unstrung pail, a wren
fluttered its wings without note. A leaf
floated, sinking slowly as the pail:
the rust holes, the caterpillar-chewed,
sipping in the weight of last year’s skies.
For a moment of months, the woman is
the well—until the sky inside her
opens, and she stands above
holding a bucket full of leaf-song,
of wren-beak rain drops, of clouds
staring up like eyes.
Get Up, John
Here comes dawn and nothing rosy
about her fingers—stove-flame
blue and some hand must’ve turned
the burner on: the little tongues
licking, gradually, the teapot of us
aboil, cooking off a giardia
of stars, the dregs of our night-
mares. Who will place his fingers
in the nailmarks, come near enough
to smell death in its hair? Already we’ve
some of us slid back into our bodies,
restirring the air our breaths stirred
all night—whoever we are while
we sleep—and gone about believing
we are here. Ambulance sirens
assure us, a plum’s sour skin, what’s become
of the poppies, dried all but greenless,
et cetera. But the yearling child
reaching into the lineaments of sun
lancing between his crib bars—how might
this shame us, that they seem
to seem graspable to him?
Bullethole
In the window of the homestead, west window,
some bored son’s .22. And peering out you feel
the slightest breeze tickle past an eyelid
and reach a cornea that can’t see where dawn
(barely shooting light) comes from, can’t see
the shots or echoes banking down the field—
but see how the dark disappears: fog draining
from the hunter-laden draws, funneling through
bottomland where creeks fall from pool
to dream. Follow that wind from its beginnings
in bluegrass, past the juncos’ joust and scatter,
the dew-soaked fence posts, across County Road 664
down which a young man must have walked one day
and taking aim at his watery reflection, fired
once, though this morning wind arrives
as from a