Skin: Poems
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Time and time again, Robert VanderMolen’s poems illuminate the cycles of human interaction alongside the slow-moving patterns of nature: “bark just separating / after nine thousand summers.” A speaker asks, “Is everything too old or too new?” and the resounding answer throughout Skin is that it’s a bit of both. Colorless birds, “a deep sweep of wind,” and arrowheads found in a dying red oak all point to fragmented moments that make up what it means to stitch one’s life together. “Attentiveness is my best friend,” a speaker remarks off-handedly, but this affair with observation is earnest and real.
Skin rewards the reader through a tacit understanding that everything in life is part of something larger that we can’t see: the endless “thoughts that slide / into notice” where “in the chill of privacy / one seeks promise.”
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Skin - Robert VanderMolen
SCARLET TANAGER: 1967
An ice storm that snapped lines.
A surge of bravado
Music played too loud.
In winter when snow turned to pumice
I thought I’d leave. The lawn chair
I’d stolen I meant to return
To the tennis courts. Gracie ripped
All the pages from the books.
I pumped up the tires of the Ford
But couldn’t decide where to travel.
At night: eleven lights
On the street. Sixteen cars and a motorcycle.
In the chill of privacy
One seeks promise—
I’d never heard turtles mating
For instance, or seen Walloon Lake
When trees were budding—
Which is how winter withered,
Writhed towards the stoops and steps.
Banisters and doors shrinking in sleep
ONE
TRAILS
It’s relaxing here, the sense of here,
Except for train tracks
Hidden over the rise—
The freight that stumbles
Through before morning,
Like some misjudgment
From the evening before,
Something that rises up
Out of the murk of sleep and turns true
Wedges and edges of snow
Half-thawed, then frozen again
It was tough to walk
With equilibrium, even if one
Had a cane or shepherd’s crook—
But I didn’t comment
While sipping coffee
The sun glittering through pine
And cedar, it looked warmer.
It occurred to me, she continued,
One of those thoughts that slide
Into notice, like hunger—
You’ll find this amusing, but I realized
I was never going to be a film director,
When I was with community theatre
I always figured it a possibility.
Like when Sean said (as a member
of the city commission),
No one goes into politics
Without a thought of becoming president:
Circumstances and chance,
Changing times, being able to look
Voters in the eye. And lie. I added that,
She said. We paused to glance
Into the black water of the stream
*
These afflicted shadows in the barn—
Imagined sounds sucked underground.
She peered at me pointedly
But I was hoping the barn was still sturdy
Though portions were missing.
A breeze pick up through
The windbreak outside
In battered weeds and drying snow
The carcass of a deer hit by a car
On 3 Mile Road.
Occasional brick and pipe rearing up
A large dimple of water in the pond
Sean, my ex, wasn’t mean
Just thoughtless—you’ve no doubt
Heard this before. He grew self-absorbed,
Stopped heeding everyday events.
Inevitably he turned greyish
(or dim, I suppose), until it was difficult
To spot him in a room. I bought him
Red shirts. Changed the carpet.
But his voice dwindled
Until I had to