Ian LeTourneau
A Cubist View of the Saint John River
Stasis. This morning, the concrete piers
of this old train bridge transform the river
into a factory of ice:
a Duchamp, nude and mechanical.
Gliding over the current,
the river’s thin integument cracks.
A roiling dislocation of fury and triangles.
These fissures and comings-apart vault
morning light. Packed tightly together
after separation, the ice’s joints and hinges
roll the river endlessly back on itself.
Regardless, it moves slowly forward.
A great peregrination headed to merge
with the bay. We can’t control
the flow: stasis, fracture, movement.
These indifferent smiles of ice.
0 Arc 54, Summer 2005
Arc 54, Summer 2005
