Pleiades (1983)
Will Summay
after James Turrell
Adaptation takes time to—
I struggled to love my father well
until I was his age;
somewhere between his son, his mother,
his whatever-dark-after.
My rods are moving in gentle distances
away from one another.
Something like a silver oyster appears,
or maybe there is more waiting.
Maybe I am waiting to be a different man,
but waking up each morning anyway
wanting to fix the world & killing it.
A full moon, a halo, rods in their respective solitudes.
I wonder how all of this will end
up making me.
Adaptation takes time to—
I struggled to love my father well
until I was his age;
somewhere between his son, his mother,
his whatever-dark-after.
My rods are moving in gentle distances
away from one another.
Something like a silver oyster appears,
or maybe there is more waiting.
Maybe I am waiting to be a different man,
but waking up each morning anyway
wanting to fix the world & killing it.
A full moon, a halo, rods in their respective solitudes.
I wonder how all of this will end
up making me.
Will Summay (he/him) is a poet and psychotherapist based in Pittsburgh, PA. Through writing, he explores queerness, nature, and the affective possibilities of eroticism and loss. Will has been previously published in the Michigan Quarterly Review (forthcoming), Cult Of Cephalophore (forthcoming), SamFiftyFour Literary Journal, and Laudanum Literary Review.
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