Tom Hatch- A Poem

Sound Landing

 

The landing of sound on some things

sound lands on

passions which are sometimes in a jar or a shooting stars

your shoeless feet the sound landing on your toes under the sand

 

Two second phrases with a moth leaning on an unlit candle

The sound on the table cloth with a vase of blossoms

cradled red and green apples 

in a small white bowl a long time ago from Cezanne  

 

the sound landing on nobody 

looking over my shoulder

seeing yourself in a mirror the sound disappearing as you turn away

the stuck song in your head the sound landing when you stop hearing it

 

the sound on a glass of scotch on the rocks after having two

the sound when that one is empty sitting next to a harmonica

 

the sound landing on this page as I wrote this and you read it

the sound of a clasp just before you adjust it in your hair

 

The sound on a yellow balloon just before it pops

blowing in a breeze 

the sound of the sea that is the sound that lands on

That sound 

Tom paid his dues in the SoHo art scene way back when. He was awarded two NEA grants for sculpture back then. And taught at various colleges and universities in the NYC metro area in art (including Princeton and U of Penn. in Philly). He is a regular at The Camel Saloon and BoySlut. He had recently published at The Mind[less] Muse, Jellyfish Whispers, Napalm and Novocain and Dead Snakes among others. He lives in CT with a few farms up and down the road works in Manhattan. His train ride to and from NYC is his solace, study and den where it all begins and ends.