Here’s a kickass poem by a friend of mine, Jason Chambers, a cat who every morning clambers out of bed in the dark to encounter the dawn in a marsh or on a beach or some other natural setting unsullied by humankind. Afterwards, he posts a photo on Facebook, an appropriate quote from his wide reading, and usually a link to a song he deems appropriate. Once the plague is done, you can catch him at the Pour House when it hosts one of its poetry readings.
A poem by Jason Chambers, read by Wesley Moore
In the first month of this year
I saw a thing as pure and true as any
but did not then know what it meant.
I stood behind the Kings on the deck,
and though I could not see it,
Liz knew without looking that
Brian’s head hung for a
moment just a little too heavy,
his shoulders had dropped, just so,
wounded by the world in
some invisible way.
She reached her arm up and
around him to squeeze for a
moment one shoulder, just so,
and let her head fall on the other.
Four months later our neighbors
up the creek shoot day and night
at paper silhouettes on which they
can never quite find their fear.
The report hangs over the water
like a foretaste of despair,
and we are all the time being
urged to temper our hopes,
to be realistic, and practical.
But I have met enough dogs,
low, shimmying, tail-waggers,
squirming back-layers, and
all manner of face-lickers, to
know there is no upper limit
to bliss, and the line between
heaven and earth was never there,
and I ignore their advice.
Finally it is clear why God,
however perfect, chose not
to exist alone for even
one whole second.
Listen: everywhere musicians
sit in empty rooms yet play
and sing to thousands.
And my friend is for the first time
planting every inch of his farm,
the low field, the far field,
even the wet field.
He says, I’m going right up
to the house.
Whatever else happens,
we will all eat.
When Liz let go, they both stood
up straight, taller than before,
determined as only those
deeply in love can be.
We start from a place of joy,
and quiet astonishment.
We do not end anywhere.
We do not end at all.
Now is the barefoot season.
It cannot be taken away.
8 thoughts on “A Poem by Jason Chambers”
Most of Jason’s good characteristics come from his mother. He gets his desire to please the ladies and his charm and handsome good looks to entice them from his daddy. Jason hasn’t always made decisions I thought was in his best interest (especially when he was younger) but I can tell you I couldn’t be prouder of the man he has become and will be.
If you are David’s father, congratulations.
Such abstract thought. If I could think that way, I’d probably feel more at peace.
Outstanding…for a moment I wished my brain worked that way (or, I wished my brain worked that way for a moment)
A distinction for sure.
Beautiful poem and man…seems to be connected to the universe in a special way. Would love to catch a buzz with him and just listen. Love that he greets the day before most are awake. The Dog is great too.
Thanks for sharing.
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