Jared Smith

BETWEEN A SUPERNOVA AND A CHILD’S FIRST CRY

In September of the Year 2000

I was sharing a business lunch

with a friend from the U.S. EPA

at Windows On The World at

The Word Trade Towers in NY.

We were worried about the filth

filling the air over our country,

talking among the clink of silver.

In September of the Year 2001

where we were sitting was lost

along with my friend’s ashes in

the acidic clouds over our country.

 

It is September of the year 2020

and I am writing half a continent away

from those broken towers. I have seen

the cities come back after wars and I believe

pandemics too will pass and the cities come back.

We are built of the iron structures

we encase ourselves in, whether words

or the metal bars others build around us

from the bright things we believe in.

 

There is no greater song on our earth than

that of winter winds roaring over mountains.

I think of this as I power up my chainsaw

to cut the logs that will warm my cabin this winter

a long way from the city I grew up in, the east

coast city where my children took their first breaths.

The timbers cut clean and strong smelling.

The night is dark, and I look to stars.

 

What is the distance between a supernova and

the first cry of a child coming into our world?

There is a deep, deep lake atop this mountain

which descends to a hardened volcanic plug

above the magma that gave rise to all

these forests and fields and paths I walk each day,

and the stream that flows from that lake

waters the flowers that grow along the valley

that runs by my door and then out into

the open fields where crops grow to be shipped

from the fires of the earth which fed them

and the ice-cold peak of this mountain and down

into our thriving cities.  This is a link in reality,

and a metaphor I walk each day.  Come with me.

 

What is the distance between a supernova

and the streetlamps that line our cities?

What is the distance between a nova star

and the magma that roils beneath our feet?

What is the distance between a nova star

and the icy fields we draw our waters from,

the granite bedrock upon which we build our cities,

the iron hammers we wield to build machinery and weapons,

the marble and gold and statuary we haul across our history?

What is the power that lets us walk together

and think upon these things?

Jared Smith is the author of 16 books of poetry, two mixed-media stage productions, two Spoken Word CDs, and many hundreds of poems and commentary that have appeared in literary journals and anthologies in the U.S., Canada, Mexico, the U.K., Mainland China, Taiwan, and Hong Kong over the past 50 years.  He has served on the Editorial Boards of The New York Quarterly, Home Planet News, The Pedestal Magazine, and Turtle Island Quarterly, as well as on the Board of Directors of literary and arts non-profits in New York, Illinois, and Colorado. Jared received his degrees in American Literature and Poetry from New York University after studying under The Great Books Program at St. John's College in Santa Fe, NM.  He has served as a technical and policy analyst for several White House Commissions under President Bill Clinton; Special Appointee to Argonne National Laboratory;  Associate Director of Education and Technology Development at Institute of Gas Technology; and has taught at New York University's Reading Institute, Long Island Community College (CCNY), and Illinois Institute of Technology... Full Profile