by Eric Pankey
Heat haze far away
What seems immeasurable vastness
Is but an hour’s walk at most
Opening there to other distances
Perhaps the river meanders
Like a snake scaled in sun glints
Or maybe the forest
Comes down to the slow water’s edge
Conceals it in cool shade
So that trout gather
Beneath a ragged jam
Of leaves sticks and branches
But what one sees
Is faraway
As in a dream
A landscape as through a sheer curtain
Where the indistinct edges of things
Smudge shift and bray
Eric Pankey's twelfth collection of poems, AUGURY, is forthcoming from Milkweed Editions in 2017. He is the Heritage Chair in Writing at George Mason University, where he teaches in the BFA and MFA programs.