Poetry

Barometer

JAMES POLLOCK

It knows how much pressure you’ve been under,

that you could use a change of atmosphere.

Your seasonal depressions, rain and thunder,

are easier to predict than they appear.

Now at the bottom of this cloudy heap,

this ocean of wind, this black gloom of despair

will hang like high fog or a fitful sleep

until the rising pressure clears the air.

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JAMES POLLOCK

James Pollock is the author of Sailing to Babylon (Able Muse Press) and You Are Here: Essays on the Art of Poetry in Canada (Porcupine’s Quill). He has been a finalist for both the Griffin Poetry Prize and the Governor General’s Literary Award for poetry. He lives in Madison, WI, and at www.jamespollock.org.


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