Five Points, Vol. 12 No. 3Fall 2009
From J. D. McClatchy, “What I think of as distinctly American in [my poems] is their interest in the idea of Elsewhere, and their obsession with the self.”
The moonlight builds its cold chapel
again out of piecemeal darkness.
You who have ears and hands, it says, come in;
no need to stamp the snow-weight from your shoes.
It lifts another block and begins to chisel:
Kyoto, Vladivostok, Chicago, Perth, Beijing.
Huge-handed, working around you in silence,
as a cat will enter the silence where no dog lives.