Wake: Up to Poetry
Poem of the Week: “Matt Kiernan” by Gerard Fanning
He tries to explain
How a gift emerges
Singing from the shadows,
How holding the reamer like a baton
Conducts receding melodies,
And how rhythm runs
Like a finger through stencil in his brain.
The radio light trembles,
And the battery bleeds in its cage,
So when at last he plays
The air is as true
As the quiet inflection of easter snow
Settling in its drifts of blue.