States of Poetry - Poems
'The World's Yard' by MTC Cronin | States of Poetry Queensland - Series One
by MTC Cronin •
Right at the back of the world's yard I am sitting. I have nothing.
I had a stone but lent it to the poet to put in his shoe. No sooner
did he turn into a slim golden feather that flew straight to the
sun that fed the snakes new skins. It could as easily have
resulted in ripe figs resting in baskets or unruly persimmon
trees twirling in fogged mountains. Regardless, I have nothing. I
had a stone but it was just an essay I wrote once about staying
with one's shadow.
MTC Cronin
Recording
'The World's Yard' begins at 1:37