Issue 27 - Columbia: A Journal of Literature and Art
Issue 27 - Columbia: A Journal of Literature and Art
Issue 27 - Columbia: A Journal of Literature and Art
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LINDA BIERDS<br />
The Breaking-Aways<br />
—Samuel F. B. Morse<br />
I remember the Town Hill elms, fluid<br />
in the half-dark <strong>of</strong> evening, then the musk<br />
<strong>of</strong> the creek I followed. A boy, alone, the riffle<br />
<strong>of</strong> wings in underbrush. Then a woman's scream<br />
there in the forest, far <strong>of</strong>f to my left, long<br />
<strong>and</strong> unwavering—but no, a field cat on a flat stone—<br />
but no, larger, thick as a dog,<br />
its sharp, unwavering scream. . .<br />
The wire was bare, a horse-flank sheen,<br />
<strong>and</strong> I wrapped it, yard by laborious yard,<br />
in cotton—<strong>and</strong> once for the Hudson River, in tar-black<br />
<strong>and</strong> pitch. My rooms were dense with pendulums,<br />
magnets, the smoke-sting <strong>of</strong> solder.<br />
"What hath God wrought!," I tapped, dashes <strong>and</strong> dots<br />
ticking toward Baltimore, past the hedges<br />
<strong>and</strong> cowbirds, the cottages, weathervanes, past<br />
broken apples dark in the grasses.<br />
And the sound? Like hail blown over a window.<br />
Greetings. Stop. Regret. Stop. Strike <strong>and</strong> echo,<br />
word <strong>and</strong> completion, an eyeblink.<br />
I think <strong>of</strong> our lives as distinctions, quick<br />
breaking-aways. From some vast, celestial streaming,<br />
we are particles, the splendid particulars.<br />
I was a boy. I remember elms, the paste<br />
<strong>of</strong> the creek bed. I covered my ears with their cold lobes<br />
to s<strong>of</strong>ten the screaming. And just before<br />
backing away, released the lobes, then pressed again,<br />
released, then again—<strong>and</strong> made from that<br />
scream, from that wondrous outrush,<br />
something apart from wonder.