
'I am Very Far': A Poem by Stuart Buck

I AM VERY FAR
but here is a softness
bruised knuckles brushing ears of wheat
a slight refrain
a ponderous disintegration of viola and clarinet
and gregor woke one morning as something alien
a mystery, clad in chitinous jade and with feelers, many eyes
could i be this burden to you?
a cloud passes the window
something pillow-like, nebulous
Stuart Buck is a poet and author living in North Wales. His debut collection of poetry, Casually Discussing the Infinite, peaked at 89 on Amazons World Poetry chart and his second book 'Become Something Frail 'will be released on Selcouth Station Press in 2019. When he is not writing or reading poetry, he likes to cook, juggle and listen to music. He suffers terribly from tsundoku - the art of buying copious amounts of books that he will never read.