Five Poems by Ian Randall Wilson (poetry, ’02)

An excerpt from “The Ice Age,” by Ian Randall Wilson (poetry, ’02), one of five poems published at Peacock Journal:

The Ice Age  

Someone is nervous somewhere
with all the shouting
and the helicopters passing over.
A part of everyday is missing people.
The common mill about
in consequence of loss.
To watch the news is to see
the enemy inside all of us.
A dog barks.  A woman cries.
The crows stand the power
line, croaking for peace.
Peace and a little moment
in the woods near the river break
where the bank is green.
The vegetation maintains
its own counsel
unlike the clamorous winds.
Chen Zao once predicted this, saying,
Do not listen to the man
who loves his own voice. […continue reading here]