Adam Fieled (Plymouth Meeting, Pennsylvania): Something Solid: Miscellaneous Sonnets: "To Abby Heller-Burnham"
What solidity the years deliver— against the grain
of ephemeral travesties forced into our lives, graying,
fogging our eyes— I think of you on those West Philadelphia
nights we all got bathed in starlight, in benign coloration,
so that space/time grew fluid, and complex compositions
coalesced. There, splayed out on the wooden floor of Mary’s
room, without our own consummation having happened yet,
or needed to happen, the composition of my thoughts
coalesced, that now remains centered. The multi-tiered
(“twinned”) spatiality in your brain remains what it was,
circles under and over circles. I’m immersed in light, shade,
passageways, earth-tones, bird-eyes, and their opposites.
The composition of us together, how its resonance remains,
was imported from out in space, which we shuddered doubly into, too.
© Adam Fieled 2017-2026
Parts of To Abby Heller-Burnham appeared in Otoliths 44 in 2017.
of ephemeral travesties forced into our lives, graying,
fogging our eyes— I think of you on those West Philadelphia
nights we all got bathed in starlight, in benign coloration,
so that space/time grew fluid, and complex compositions
coalesced. There, splayed out on the wooden floor of Mary’s
room, without our own consummation having happened yet,
or needed to happen, the composition of my thoughts
coalesced, that now remains centered. The multi-tiered
(“twinned”) spatiality in your brain remains what it was,
circles under and over circles. I’m immersed in light, shade,
passageways, earth-tones, bird-eyes, and their opposites.
The composition of us together, how its resonance remains,
was imported from out in space, which we shuddered doubly into, too.
© Adam Fieled 2017-2026
Parts of To Abby Heller-Burnham appeared in Otoliths 44 in 2017.
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