Accidental Joy: A Streak of Poetry
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With the sprawling celebration of Walt Whitman and the meditative concentration of Mary Oliver, Accidental Joy is more than a poetic monologue-it is a personal epic. It is private prayer and public performance in one. Sitting down to read it feels like you're taking in a good bottle of wine: the flavors, highlights, and notes are divers
Judith Austin Mills
Judith Austin Mills Moved to Texas from up north when she was ten. The absence of distinct seasons and the spare, sprawling landscape in her adopted state may have been what taught her to look closely for signs of change. Her writing, both fiction and poetry, portrays awakenings. Since 2010, the complex shifts brought on by the Texas Revolution have fascinated her. In 1989 at the University of Texas, the author earned her M.A.in English with a concentration in Creative Writing. Stories from her collection, Lost Autumn Blues, have appeared in literary journals. One piece from her poetry book Accidental Joy received a Pushcart nomination in 2015. The novel manuscript Tripping Home won the Writers' League of Texas mainstream competition in 2001. Since retiring from the French classroom and from Austin Community College as an Adjunct, Associate Professor of English, Judith Austin Mills devotes her time to writing and to family. She is more and more convinced that hopeful change springs from a careful look at history. Websites: judithaustinmills.wordpress.com and jaustinmills.info
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Accidental Joy - Judith Austin Mills
1 syllable
if i am asked
what i intended
i will utter
the syllable
peace
for a great-great-
grand-niece on the eve
of the twenty-second century
an ancient clipping of hope
from the late nineteen hundreds
not this
maddening twist of knotted sheets
the slap of insomnia
hurling me from my bed
half-choked
and groping in the dark
for my pen
in self-defense
2 perfect curl
here’s where
the first delicious
wave of solitude
rolls down the darkened hallway
washing over me
who will not yearn for water
far too wet
and seldom without grit
or obscured danger
who can
on the other hand
relish
the sensual chill
of silent corners
and humming shadow
here’s where i listen
for the last storm stirring in my mind
the perfect curl
swelling from inarticulate shores
here’s where i leap
to let the crashing
breakers
have their way with me
3 clue
in that last poem
the one i never mailed
the lines i never meant
the words i never spoke
the voice
i never sent your way
you would have seen
an altogether
non-unique
phenomenon
the speaker looking
back
at nothing in particular
except the missing
moments
documented
one-by-one
or locked in couplet rhyme
without a key
or clue
as to whether
the lived
or
the imagined life
is close
or any closer
to what’s true
4 rising
from this day forward
a vow
to rediscover
what we would have
grown into
had we not been
(case in point)
a mere substantiating
piece of evidence
that we are
not what we are
but
what we fell into
slid against
bobbed amongst
lost our will to
counteract
from this day forward
let us rising
wake to breathe
touch and shape
that very stuff into
what would have been
had we had
time
if we could
only
just
as
if
5 final stretch
how unlikely
consider
the thin dime
landing on its edge
to comprehend both sides
in one expanse of this mortality
first wishing no clutching
for some final stretch
of unencumbered day-to-day
as for my own grasp
without hesitation
serve up that morning
when i might lunge
from the covers
for paint brush and mug
budge from the canvas but once
for better light hum along with
or in the absence of radio
eat from a misshapen sandwich
folded in a paper towel
fling myself at last
without shedding my clothes
into bed
as my neighbors rise for work
and sleep like a puppy
no questions asked
or answers sought
about the spinning dime
about the other side of time
when the rest of my days
are all my own
and all i can do
is ask where everybody went
6 accidental joy
without climbing
into the car
i can tell you how i’d take in
upon arriving
the depth of quiet
in a forest’s edge
an eight-hour drive
from here
or without contacting
tour planners guides
what i would glean
eyes closed palms up
in the secret caves
of india
by the cloister turrets
of tibet
at the six-inch differential space
before one steps onto
the dark side of the moon
or the spot
for that matter
where the wall in berlin used to stand
tears with a new name
and more
for everything
endured and holy
random and glorious
for accidental joy
like brilliant filigree
spun
from my in-boxes
and your bar codes
to the far reaches
of the cosmos
7 circle of light
it is no matter
nothing
that merits complaint
that days lack perfection
that i am no more
a saint
than a day-glo
tyrant
that my achievement
climbs
to the elemental grandeur
of pipe-cleaner
bas-relief
on a shoebox top
it is not
that i expected
except on a