Counterpoint
This series is dedicated to Kay Ryan, whose poem “Odd Blocks” gives voice to my experience, and the human process of making meaning from raw life.
ODD BLOCKS
Every Swiss-village
calendar instructs
as to how stone
gathers the landscape
around it, how
glacier-scattered
thousand-ton
monuments to
randomness become
fixed points in
finding home.
Order is always
starting over.
And why not
also in the self,
the odd blocks,
all lost and left,
become first facts
toward which later
a little town
looks back?
-Kay Ryan