Two poems
may the smallest craft plot its way here
With tweezers I mount postage stamps
in enormous matted frames, nail
bright walls to their backs in order
to build a house. It took forever
to assemble my own grandfather
clock. The staircase only seconds.
When I finish I stand in my large window
and feel decidedly small.
sometimes I imagine myself helen keller
Finally: fewer
distractions!
I've found a
universe in here,
there is more than one
sun. O Lord,
every time you touch me
you teach me something new.
—Brent Goodman, Rhinelander, WI
most recently The Brother Swimming Beneath Me (Black Lawrence Press, 2009). His poems have appeared in Poetry, The Beloit Poetry Journal, Zone 3, Gulf Coast, Court Green, and elsewhere.