The Heart’s Laboratory
You must read words
Left alone they are rabble, argumentative, a calm
heart you have visited,
Silk road of remembrance.
How humanizing it is to half-turn and glimpse -
The small discoveries one makes of the moment
by the blood’s quiet tumult,
A plane-shadow snatches a tree; Autumn.
A flock apart that breaks formation
An old timber church stands sketched in snow.
couple of trees with branches
Icy-pearled fishing boats in the bay.
An Icelandic movie set in the 18th century,
The lone cry of the sea-dove above the hill behind.
A villain, a severe winter, a little boy
Coldness brings out the bully in the pastor
The dogs out in the whiteness
dogs go this way and that,
Just how bad keeps the community ruminating
The director’s notes uncovered in the ruins
Stephen Oliver is the author of thirteen titles of poetry, including Night of Warehouses: Poems 1978–2000, HeadworX Publishers, 2001. Three of his books, Unmanned, Night of Warehouses: Poems 1978-2000, and Deadly Pollen are freely available as e-books from Project Gutenberg, Oxford Text Archive, and Online Books Page/University of Pennsylvania. Stephen is a transtasman poet and writer who lives, precariously, in Sydney. Website: people.smartchat.net.au/~sao/. Oliver’s new collection of poetry, Either Side The Horizon, is now available from Titus Books, Auckland/Sydney (titus.books.online.fr).