Skylights

THAT’S WHAT HE THOUGHT It was within whispering distance. And so he thought he could say it all. Without being heard by those who, of course, ought not to learn the secret prematurely. But the hushed words, precisely because they are so carefully guarded and spoken with bodies close together, arouse great curiosity about all that is said in this way. That is why, spoken in a whisper, whatever is said stirs the imagination even more. Speak loudly, those of you who would like certain things not to be seen, and yet they are heard.

We need skylights when light from outside needs to come in. And somehow, somehow, pull us out of the darkness. Or even bathe us in twilight. But skylights aren’t just those familiar little windows, often with strange shapes cast upon the walls. Skylights are anything through which we might think we see something else. An old piece of paper, a sound, a hesitation, a bend in the road. All these things, when faced with various questions, can lead us astray. And they can put definitive answers in a difficult position. With this clarification, I would like to say that my poems are not separate from my other books, which I wrote for the University. And in them, I tried to avoid the absolute and the obvious.