May/June 2016 • Vol. XXXVIII No. 3 Nature's NatureMay 1, 2016 |

Personal Climate Change

Then flesh is a kind of earth, and falling a failed flying. If we ourselves are a climate and the mind a watery organon what be the body's firmament upon which we gaze and long from below? So flurry, so hail. So sky spending itself in spitting until it has nothing left to give and gives up its blockade against the sun. Bare ruined choirs, etc. If flying is a failure to fall. If earth is a kind of flesh, climate is what we say in words no mouth can make. Can we rest in clouds like couches? Don't mistake lines for what they are trying to say is not what they are. They are what's after you believe you no longer believe in what you thought was sturdier than firmament.

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Philip Metres
Philip Metres is the author of The Sound of Listening: Poetry as Refuge and Resistance (2018), Pictures at an Exhibition (2016), Sand Opera (2015), To See the Earth (2008), and other books. A recipient of the Lannan, two NEAs, and two Arab American Book Awards, he is director of the Peace, Justice, and Human Rights program and professor of English at John Carroll University. http://www.philipmetres.com

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