"Interiors" by Rande Mack (USA)

"Interiors" are some poems by Rande Mack, that arrived at my e-mail box at christmas time. I met Rande and his family on this journey,in the small village of Manhattan, Montana, on my way to the rocky mountains, and had the pleasure to be his guest in his house.
Thank you Rande, even if my life at the moment is more a "outdoors" one, its always inspiring reading,and I would like to share it with everyone...
Nuno

"Interiors"

inside a man is a room filled with corners
on sleepless nights he searches this room for sleep
on many nights the quest is the best he can do

inside this room the intersections of lives accumulate
illuminate coagulate conjugate disintegrate into
what could and what should and what wide eyed is

inside a man is a sky demanding horizons
under wispy certainties he improvises revelations
grateful that a sky can fit in the soul of a man

inside the distance beyond horizons a mumble of thunder
sometimes a man dissolves in his own weather
unable to shelter both longing and what’s left of his faith

inside a man is a pond reflecting constellations
incarnations of timeless possibilities shimmering
in the simple wakes of moon boned migrations

inside the pond is a river yearning to tumble and bend
with galaxies of slippery iotas chasing its current
as shadows of vanished seasons settle slowly to the bottom

inside a man is a toolbox filled with eternity
his angel of wrenches almost tightens convictions
trues the wobble and fine tunes the fictions

inside the toolbox a prayer for every sort of consternation
dimensions to gauge the cusp of every consequence
the sharpest tools sheathed between layers of sure things

inside a man is the fruit and the root
an orchard built with hatchets and spades
a thicket concealing his ancestral nest

inside the nest is a seed undigested by generations
a pebble never splattered by any clatter of light
a glint of hope winking from the gone of what’s missing

inside a man is furthermore fashioned from doubt
a shelf on which to place his best now on
a thin curtain to keep the fading of the day out

inside every little bit of letting go a reaching
believing bleaching reasons shrouded in every man
the paradox of echoes returning the irretrievable


Rande Mack

2006