Getting Grip: New and Selected Poems by David Imburgia
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David Imburgia's second book of poetry continues the poet's exploration of the world we share. There are poems ranging from sincere love to our experience of loss and aging. But much more. Living together and understanding each other are the goals of the author, as he writes with lyrical skill of politics, virus pandemic, religion, family and ad
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Getting Grip - David Imburgia
Connections
Neruda’s Credo
My children,
I did not tell you
about death
so you could live forever.
I did not tell you
about crime and hate
so you would not fear.
War is not forgotten by me,
but unlearned by you,
so you could rejoice
without indignant fury,
without cruelty.
Now you are elders
older than I was then,
and I ask for forgiveness
knowing my own death
not as a crime,
knowing my love
as antidote of fear.
Righteous, we can be pawns
without our own minds.
Righteous, we are cruel and
less than we can be.
My children forgive me -
I gave you everything
when there was nothing,
and nothing could grow on nothing.
Everything is substance
or absence of substance.
We know only
that all things combine, change
and become dissolute.
And I am creation of circumstance
and creator of circumstance.
A morality play
a tragedy perhaps
for the making of you.
Politics and religion
are your shackles and mine
until I write these words
until you read.
All is transformed by reason
tempered by emotion.
This is the excuse of an apostle
to follow you
as you follow me.
And now you may teach your children
a new way to play.
Appointments
These dates we most need
to keep, seem to keep us,
to give us content
between the lines,
an inner working
to a vast clock.
We meet appointments.
We miss them.
Postpone, cancel,
pursue, and avoid them.
We are guilty for them
and relieved.
Even terrified
or humiliated.
We set them in place
as wardens, to
enforce a purpose
for our days.
We need to know
someone is waiting for us.
Cutthroats
The river runs wild at the bridge.
Water whips drowned rocks.
Baldheaded boulders peek from pools
rich in glacial silt and
awash in schools of cutthroats.
Our fishing lines snake forked tongues,
darting into promising pools.
Green moss slicks our footing.
I warn Bryan. He is already in up to his knees
like a prophet answering praise.
My line snaps and lays a single finger
where I point. The cutthroats see it arrive
and laugh back. I’ve caught a fly.
I probe at a sudden anger.
Bryan is hungry. Where are the fish?
When do we eat? How long must we stay?
Strikes nibble at my answers.
Father and Son today. Why doesn’t he bite?
Quiet. I work it out on the fish.
My fly rod is tense and rigid, lined with loops,
hung with twisted wire. A weapon.
I’m beating the nature out of it.
Bryan gathers stones. His pockets bulge
like chipmunk cheeks. A feather
from an eagle or a sparrow
tucks over one ear like a writing quill.
The sun burns a message into my brow.
I’ve forgotten my hat. My feet are wet.
The cutthroats swim cool and safe.
Bryan wets a tree. Picks mushrooms.
Snaps sticks into Viking fragments and frees them.
He skips flats of shale
over the roof of pools where my patience waits.
Now it’s too late. The fish know us by name.
I help Bryan fill the river
with a barrage of flat skipping stones.
Later he is asleep on his seat.
The county road is not well kept.
I fight the curves for awhile,
then at a straightaway I check his face.
A smile lifts the corner of his lips.
A gum wrapper nests in the clutch of his hand.
River water and mud stiffen his jeans.
I see leaves loosen from branches then
like brittle canoes float downstream.
Pyrite pebbles escape through pocket holes.
Fishing lines snag in trees.
Fathers impatiently bend at the knees
wondering over good fishing trips and memories.
Wet rocks. Loud water.