By John Drexel
Featured Image: Sun and Clouds by Winslow Homer 1882
Everyone knows something. No one knows everything.
Most know less than they think.
As in life, there is much confusion,
especially about love. The girl in the basement kitchen,
grown disenchanted with the scholar
who is confused about the shape of his career,
considers entering a nunnery in Argentina.
Her mother has encountered a man
she has not seen in twenty years.
Someone is writing a book; someone
is hiding a crime; someone is about to suffer
near-death by almost-drowning. The narrator’s
cousin doesn’t know how to answer
her mentor’s letter, isn’t aware
she might be the heroine of this particular tale.
Everyone has forgotten something—
is this the moral?—with marvelous
consequences. There are self-delusions
and glimpses of God in surprising guises.
Children are always arriving home
or going away to school. In twos or threes
lovers or ex-lovers or would-be lovers
take cliff-top walks, receive invitations
to dinner parties given by former friends
or present rivals, send and perceive mixed signals.
A dog follows someone home.
People live in a succession of weathers,
patterns of drizzle or downpour or blazing sunshine.
It is difficult to see clearly. Some
thing is lost; something is foreign.
Somewhere a swimmer is diving
into the sea, the sea.
John Drexel’s poetry has appeared in numerous magazines in the United States and Britain, including First Things, The Hudson Review, Notre Dame Review, Paris Review, Salmagundi, and Verse, as well as in a limited-edition chapbook, The Necessary Pilgrim. He has been the recipient of an Amy Lowell Poetry Travelling Scholarship and a Hawthornden Fellowship.
Originally appeared in NOR 7