George Moore is the author of two new collections, The Hermits of Dingle (FutureCycle Press, 2013), and Children’s Drawings of the Universe (Salmon Poetry, 2014), as well as Headhunting (2002) and The Petroglyphs at Wedding Rocks (1997). Nominated for Pushcart Prizes, Best of the Web and Net Awards, and the Rhysling Poetry Award, he has been a finalist for The National Poetry Series, the Brittingham Award, and Anhinga’s Poetry Prize. He lives with his wife, the Canadian poet, Tammy Armstrong, in the foothills of Colorado, and teaches at the University of Colorado, Boulder.
Fast as Saint Ignatius
If I could be in two places at once,
I’d defy Newton’s old bugbear
and warp the mirror to see myself
at the other end of the universe
looking back. If I could live a desert
life, one step ahead of earth’s curve,
and blur the boundaries between
being and dreaming, like between
the storm and Pedernal,
the one moment in O’Keeffe,
I’d live out my time on Ghost Ranch
like it were heaven
and I were made of stone cold blossoms.
But my order is the order a la mode
without the travel to the Basilica
or heaven, without seeing beyond
the moment, this tree, this star,
this absence at the center of the flower.