Home for the Holidays & From Lines by Wei Ying-wu, Misremembered
In my office library, the morning cold,
I suddenly think of a mountain guest…
—“Sent to a Master of Way in the Utter-Peak Mountains”
I suddenly think of a mountain goat,miniature, tripping its way over bookstacks
before returning home to its fresh sedge and stone.I long to carry that small thing,
holding it like a fetish in my palm, my pocket;but the mountains are miles to the west,
all stories of my having been there, unread.
Matthew Burns teaches writing and literature at SUNY Cobleskill in Upstate New York. His poem “Rhubarb” won the 2010 James Hearst Poetry Prize from North American Review, and his other poems and essays have appeared or are forthcoming in Graze, Quiddity, Folk Art, Ragazine, Spoon River Poetry Review, Memoir (and), Camas, and others.