Autumn Sky Poetry . . . Number 16 . . .
 

Already

     by R. Nemo Hill



          "How old is my ghost? How old is my ghost?" — Peter Redgrove



I’m leaving here tomorrow—and already
(untroubled by this human weather passing)
I hear the garden growing on behind me;


the pond disturbed, but only by the eddy
of circling fish—a slight, bright splashing.
I’m leaving here tomorrow—and already


such casual music can’t help but remind me
how little of myself I leave that’s lasting
in this garden I feel growing on behind me.


An unseen wind is rising, growing steady,
while overhead dark, gentle clouds are massing.
I’m leaving here tomorrow. Look! Already


rain’s ready to erase (so none can find me)
all trace of tracks upon the ground. I’m asking:
in this garden I feel growing on behind me


how many times have rain and wind refined these
melting backward glances, this light grasping?
I’m leaving here tomorrow—and already
I hear this garden growing on behind me.



(Petulu, Bali—1997)










R. Nemo Hill is the author of a novel, Pilgrim’s Feather (Quantuck Lane Press, 2002), a narrative poem, The Strange Music of Erich Zann (Hippocampus Press, 2004), and a chapbook, Prolegomena To An Essay On Satire (Modern Metrics, 2006). Forthcoming from Seven Towers in 2010 is a mock epic riff on Alexander Pope and a conversation with Lord Byron, A Gumbo Abandoned & A Yeast Reversed. His poetry and fiction have appeared in various print and online journals including Poetry, Sulfur, Smartish Pace, Measure, 14 by 14, Shit Creek Review, The Chimaera, Literary Bohemian, Ditch, Umbrella, and Big City Lit. Hill is editor of Exot Books at www.exot.typepad.com/exotbooks and his blog is Elsewhere. He lives in New York City but travels frequently to Southeast Asia.

© 2010 R. Nemo Hill