the blueshift journal
blueshift / ˈblo͞oˌSHift / noun
the displacement of the spectrum to shorter wavelengths in the light coming from distant celestial objects moving toward the observer.
THE WANDERING
JESSE NATHAN
Into a new last taking in
of the summer air before
they sell the house away.
Pasta with a wine sauce.
A smoke on the deck
into the silences of June,
into the pine forest.
What we do in the dark
keeps the dark at bay,
some coming back
as love. Wake early
to bicycle the incline,
thinking of star nurseries.
Thinking old, old already:
paintings of sunflowers
in a freezing Amsterdam
on gold walls in fat gold.
You’ve said it before,
work does not make free,
an orchestra plays
the frozen canal. I see
a field of whispering
glowing below a murder
of commas, I seek trees
in this Farmer’s Valley,
this meadow in Nebraska sewn
with settlers and soldiers and hardly a valley.
Oak, black locust, birch, elm—
decency allows a bit of giving up.
A branch goes crashing
free of body,
expires inside of house.