It's Come To This by Brad Davis I’m tired of caring whether a poem comes to enough. There’s a subway on the bridge, and just south of it a cylindrical metal chimney releasing what looks like steam into the golden hour of sunset here in Brooklyn, sixth floor, so roof level. I’m facing north, looking east, and tired too of feeling what the poem really needs is a quirky, post-post-modern diction or slant rhyme or some gorgeous metaphor to distinguish it from prose— as if delighting in the pan-urban palate of muted reds and greys flattened in the view out the window weren’t enough, and all of it laid out beneath a lavender, late January sky. Is it because I am older than I thought I’d ever get and live with knowing time is shorter than it’s ever been, that I’m caring more about the moon, up now and full.
Brad Davis is a Canadian-American poet living in northeastern Connecticut. Poems have appeared or are forthcoming in Vallum, Traces, Image, Poetry magazine, The Paris Review, JAMA, Puerto del Sol, Brilliant Corners, Spiritus, and many other journals. Brad’s most recent collection is On the Way to Putnam: New, Selected, & Early Poems (Grayson, 2024).
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