Poetry Well for August
Published 1:30 am Tuesday, August 8, 2017
The Poetry Well is a monthly
column that showcases island poetry.
This month includes a poem by Robert Keeler.
The Pale Wall Became the Mind Itself
The pale wall standing in front of him was a lake.
Then, in his mind, the pale wall became the mind itself
and the pale now-mind imagined it was falling into
a windowless room. The surface of the falling
lake was nearly flat; as it fell toward him, he leaned
slowly into its conscious surface and looked beneath.
He saw his thoughts there like white salamanders.
The wall shimmered with all the thoughts underneath.
But the lake was flat still and, running into its deepest parts, the thoughts left no lasting trace of their passing.
Then the pale lake’s water itself became one sole thought and, with mind and wall, came close to rest.
