"Huntington Beach" by Keegan Lester

View this email on a browser Forward to a friend July 27, 2017   Huntington Beach   Keegan Lester

The war ships bobbing off the coast.                           The outdated oil drills painted so to blend into the clouds. The gold thin                           stitched to the water's edge. Errant dolphin. Balled up piece of trash on PCH with the list: Eggs, whole milk,                    butterflies.                           You cry like a peacock, she says, every time you get close to being the thing you want to be.                            What if God is the people around us: watching, listening? What a relief that would be.                            But it's so easy to forget we're not only being watched by the people in front of us, but                           also by the people in places we cannot see. What is it to be allowed back again? On the bike path, my father                           ahead of me, saying, look at the wind, meaning: look at the thing doing the moving,                           moving orange-coned flags holding on for dear life. The salt rolling off the ocean rots everything in its jowls                           & my skin so close to turning, I can feel becoming the metal shard you will learn to protect yourself from,                           capable of catching the light drawing you in. Everything rusted is a story beginning                           once upon a time, I was young, standing in front of the          ocean, beneath the sun without consequence or query                           for time, just standing, looking out into the thing unaware of its indifference. There's something Greek in that. Did                Odysseus need the monsters more                           than they needed him? Does it matter? A kind of                      antiquity in that line of thinking but also something very American. Akin to              sparklers.                          They only dance if you light them & wave. Birds do not abandon their young merely because of human touch.                         This & so many other myths my mother breaks in her search for palatable colors, for mixing,                         for making what was lost whole again.              Copyright © 2017 Keegan Lester. Used with permission of the author. About This Poem   "As a person who suffers from anxiety, I often wonder how much of my anxiety about the world is self-imposed. I wonder if it's not that at a young age I might have heard someone say something and that person got it all wrong and thus I continued living my entire life after without knowing they got it wrong until the moment arrives when I see that it's not true. And I often wonder about what others live with and live through, others who never have the fortune and privilege to arrive at the moment where they find rest." —Keegan Lester   Keegan Lester is the author of this shouldn't be beautiful but it was & it was all i had so i drew it (Slope Editions, 2016). He is the cofounder and poetry editor of Souvenir Lit and lives in New York City. Poetry by Lester   this shouldn't be beautiful but it was & it was all i had so i drew it (Slope Editions, 2016) "Debris" by William Brewer "Detail of the Hayfield" by Richard Siken "Please Read" by Mary Ruefle Help Support Poem-a-Day   If you value Poem-a-Day, please consider a monthly donation or one-time gift to help make it possible. Poem-a-Day is the only digital series publishing new, previously unpublished work by today's poets each weekday morning. The free series, which also features a curated selection of classic poems on weekends, reaches 450,000+ readers daily. Thank you! Thanks for being a part of the Academy of American Poets community. To learn about other programs, including National Poetry Month, Poem in Your Pocket Day, the annual Poets Forum, and more, visit Poets.org.   You are receiving this e-mail because you elected to subscribe to our mailing list. If you would like to unsubscribe, please click here.   © Academy of American Poets 75 Maiden Lane, Suite 901, New York, NY 10038