Marcia Arrieta

the center holds


we read books. consider decimals.  imagination wrestles duties.  the trees are portals.
Frida Kahlo.  Octavio Paz.  Einstein.  the invisible a ship.  waves.  sandstone.  light.



 
 

articulate 


the interval between space & time     the forest & the meadow

how we seek the desert  the rocks   the sky    


to contemplate/sketch an existence—

a Benedictine chant    a Kandinsky painting    a Dickinson poem



 
 

the ridge of distant


sea spirits & chains

the furies are snowdrifts

hollyhocks & larkspurs

the fire a tide

instant of survival

*

daffodils emerge

Athena becomes a tree

harbors the owl

a mask is found

sun & moon



 
 

etchings, echoes


herself

a resistance

a fish

a chrysanthemum



to stray


bulldoze the lines perceived as ordinary anywhere

sometimes toward     sometimes away



 
 

complete the tasks


personify the lotus
or perhaps the mud

the wind comes fiercely

Poetry should be silent, unread, invisible, inconceivable.
The true poem can never be written or heard. 
                                 Charles Bernstein

footnote the painting
slight the momentum

the air is indiscriminate


 
 

I travel


covered in seaweed
or maybe reticence

walking in leaves
looking for clarity

or maybe solace
seamless

Marcia Arrieta recently journeyed between the houses of Pablo Neruda and the land of the Moai, and finds herself reading the biographies of Agnes Martin and Robert Frost, and Anne Gorrick's An Absence so Great and Spontaneous it is Evidence of Light. Her current work appears in Anastamos, the winnow, Hobart, Whiskey Island, Osiris, Empty Mirror, Parentheses, & Eratio. She has two poetry collections: archipelago counterpoint (BlazeVOX) and triskelion, tiger moth, tangram, thyme (Otoliths), and a recent chapbook thimbles, threads (Dancing Girl). She edits and publishes Indefinite Space, a poetry/art journal.
 
 
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