Swimming Among The Ruins
it’s almost spring.
The birdsongs are changing.
Thank you for touching her.
I walk along outside noticing buds.
No one can take that away from me again.
In the fragmented description of the section “Postcards from London,” Gillis writes emotionally charged shards with vivid description and a vague longing: “I hope you like this /card. I’m trying to use up my currency,” and
and again I recognize you in the crowd,
reach, stutter across the stalls, boxes
of marrow, shoelaces, accomodating words.
Oil, oh my throat. Benediction.
Susan Gillis is a shuddering realist, acutely aware of the physical world, but still emotive and honest enough to make you tremble, want to sing. I want to see more. I must have more. mRb