Good morning, blog readers. As always, we have a featured poem for you on this lovely Wednesday. Our featured poems typically come from Poetry Daily, which is a very handy site if you’re looking for a new poem each day. Today our featured poem is Between His Finger & His Thumb, by Catherine Graham.
According to her page on Poetry Daily, Catherine Graham “is the author of four previous poetry collections, including the acclaimed trilogy Pupa, The Red Element and Winterkill. She teaches creative writing at the University of Toronto’s School of Continuing Studies, and her poetry has appeared in journals and anthologies around the world.”
Between His Finger & His Thumb, by Catherine Graham
The way the sun peeks out from a continent
of cloud, a geyser of light that rams the sea
and breaks all meaning into knuckling diamonds,
he gave me full instructions re weather once he knew
what I needed to know. Dumb as a round square,
I sat there while he sped the car over green hills,
the bleating sheep too fat to be clouds, too warm
to be snow. We rode through a tunnel of rock,
blasted to give route—back and forth each season,
light cloud cover over the sea. Always the clouds, even
at night. But the moon pushed the bloom
of the ivory in waves that rippled less than diamonds,
more like the glow of a spotlight we felt when we did
what we did, and the round moon entered and
took us in, like the sun at an angle like this he showed me,
and I believed him, even though he wore the evidence
of ceremony. But what’s a band of hollow gold?
A ringless moon or a sun eaten by dark circles.
We saw the dark circles; we were the dark circles,
but who can see when the night is strung (between
his finger and thumb) and the sky just like that.
I hope you enjoyed this week’s featured poem. For more of these posts, click here.
— Jet Fuel Blog Editor, Mary Egan
JFR Blog 
One thought on “Pick-a-Poem: Catherine Graham”