Adam Chiles
Self Portrait as a Lighthouse
Easy to find the correlatives.
You know the derelict cafe
is the wind’s asylum.
That deserted bench,
the sum of poverty.
You inhabit the verges
of this song, neck-deep
amid the salt-scrim,
a pummeled scar,
storm-wrecked, sheer
above the Atlantic’s steel
horizon. Each night,
mind ablaze, you plow
the gale’s blind acre.
Adam Chiles latest book, Bluff, is due out with Measure Press this summer. His work recently appeared in Blackbird, The McGuffin and the Threepenny Review. He serves on the editorial board of Poet Lore.
Return to July 2022 Edition
Easy to find the correlatives.
You know the derelict cafe
is the wind’s asylum.
That deserted bench,
the sum of poverty.
You inhabit the verges
of this song, neck-deep
amid the salt-scrim,
a pummeled scar,
storm-wrecked, sheer
above the Atlantic’s steel
horizon. Each night,
mind ablaze, you plow
the gale’s blind acre.
Adam Chiles latest book, Bluff, is due out with Measure Press this summer. His work recently appeared in Blackbird, The McGuffin and the Threepenny Review. He serves on the editorial board of Poet Lore.
Return to July 2022 Edition