Old Man in a Rocker
JosÉ Angel Araguz
The fantasies of others are of little interest.
This painting where an old man in a rocker
stares into the sun from his porch
does little for my own unrest,
nor does it change the words I hear
in fantasy. Others are of little interest.
I write: In the evening’s last light, I’m lost—
it too is less a person, more a color.
Staring into the sun from this porch,
the evening is what the painter’s left for us
to guess at. In my eyes, over and over,
are fantasies of other evenings. My interest
in what may have happened stirs summers
inside me: the smell of grass, and no father
staring at the son I am. Soft peach
upon the face; not face but canvas.
Son, God has grown tired of us, I hear
again. We’re fantasies, of little interest
except as stairs rising into the sun.
José Angel Araguz is a CantoMundo fellow and the author of seven chapbooks as well as the collections Everything We Think We Hear (Floricanto Press) and Small Fires (FutureCycle Press). His poems, prose, and reviews have appeared in Crab Creek Review, Prairie Schooner, The Windward Review, and The Bind. He runs the poetry blog The Friday Influence and teaches English and creative writing at Linfield College.