My Latest New Favorite Poet – David Hernandez

The latest entry in my series of new favorite poets is David Hernandez, from my home state of California. The below work (from American Life in Poetry: Column 398) takes an ordinary task and makes it mythic and grand:

At the Post Office

The line is long, processional, glacial,
and the attendant a giant stone, cobalt blue
with flecks of white, I’m not so much
looking at a rock but a slab of night.
The stone asks if anything inside the package
is perishable. When I say no the stone
laughs, muted thunderclap, meaning
everything decays, not just fruit
or cut flowers, but paper, ink, the CD
I burned with music, and my friend
waiting to hear the songs, some little joy
after chemo eroded the tumor. I know flesh
is temporary, and memory a tilting barn
the elements dismantle nail by nail.
I know the stone knows a millennia of rain
and wind will even grind away
his ragged face, and all of this slow erasing
is just a prelude to when the swelling
universe burns out, goes dark, holds
nothing but black holes, the bones of stars
and planets, a vast silence. The stone
is stone-faced. The stone asks how soon
I want the package delivered. As fast
as possible, I say, then start counting the days.

We have all been in Mr. Hernandez’s shoes at the post office. He, however, brilliantly describes an otherwise mundane situation…Enjoy!

The full article can be found here.

;oD

Jamy

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