by Simone Roberts
it’s the migrations
you mean here?
your determinism is amusing
the horse latitudes those swift isobars that not-being-there that is
here? well, mostly
it’s really between, the migration, it’s the being between
so much depends on the trade winds
on the place of your life in those winds
relative, of course, to the value-of
and of what it would take to break you in the swiftness
how to connect, or disconnect you from here
from the notion of here and of that meaning some-one-thing
because you have not been listening to the century
Such an amusing determinism, that what was is what can
be, that we are not moved into by the future, as if its not waiting to
written with new quandaries
migrations, how many will migrate out?
Of here? again, you and your determinism
Then where? Really. Really?
[M. F. Simone Roberts is the Poetry & Social Justice Fellow for Split This Rock where she co-curates Poem of the Week and is managing editor for The Quarry: A Social Justice Poetry Database. As an independent scholar of poetics and feminist phenomenology, Roberts is co-editor of the anthology Iris Murdoch and the Moral Imagination: Essays and author of the monograph A Poetics of Being-Two: Irigaray’s Ethics and Post-Symbolist Poetics.]