Jody's Notes
So this is one of those poems that's not about what it appears to be about. (I think.) It looks like it's about a piece of carbon. But why would anyone write a poem about a piece of carbon?
(That's a joke: I've written a lot of poems about carbon, actually. And about pieces of carbon too. Pieces of carbon are much more promising as material for poems than you might think. At first sight, as it were.)
But really. It's about something else. This poem.
Your eyes can’t compete: neither
can the stars: light trapped
(its bright cries echoing
face to face). It heirlooms
incarnatedly, outlasts the flat
photograph, the telling anecdote,
touched (over and over again)
by the passing stranger.
© 2011 Jody Azzouni