A Poem For Saturday


“Bluegrass” by Carl Phillips:

And he told me nowhere was a lake that,
any day now, he’d surely drown in. What’s the right
answer to a thing like that?


So we just stood there,
the two of us—shaking a bit in the cold,
but pretty still, mostly. Horses in a field of moonlight.

(Forthcoming in Silverchest: Poems by Carl Phillips, to be published April 2nd by Farrar, Straus and Giroux, LLC. Copyright © 2013 by Carl Phillips. All rights reserved. Photo by Flickr user zenera)