I study English at Reed College in Portland, Oregon, where I hope some of Gary Snyder's ability may still abide and rub off upon me. I greatly enjoy birds, fish, trees, breakfast food, and upbeat bluegrass music. Work of mine has snuck it's way into Bird's Thumb, Autumn Sky Poetry Daily, and Big River Poetry Review, where it won the Poem of the Month Award.
What the Earth Offers
At that point where the land had bested us
(Its paths too steep, its briars too thick)
We gave up and came down toward water,
That yet-untainted haven of sea and sky and sound.
And what a surrender it was, that coming down:
The glory of land giving way to water,
Fish quiet and dreaming in its half-lit depths.
I remembered then the story of water,
How it stood formless, dark, and deep,
Until the unmoved mover moved upon it
And so carved with light the earth’s first poem;
A poem of life and leaf and song;
One of darkness, longing, grief.
A small song for every traveler,
A shield for every trial.
A poem of what the earth offers, and nothing more.
-first appeared in Bird’s Thumb
I reach for it,
just as a plant
I drink it
like a dream—a dream
of rain and wind.
A simple sermon;
a happy hypnosis—
I gather the notes
starts me singing
a small song
of my own.
After You Left
Some of us forgot
how to warm ourselves alone.
That’s the way it was with me.
Hands cold, barely moving,
frozen inside the lungs…
to even call your name,
I watched and waited.
Years fled, stars shifted.
by the steady rise and fall
of my own voice,
the constant presence
of no one but myself.
©2016 Corbin Buff
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