Marcia Arrieta lives in Pasadena, CA where she is a mother, educator, poet/artist. Her work has appeared in Otoliths, Blueprint Review, Dusie, Poetry Salzburg Review, MiPoesias, Argotistonline, and others. She edits and publishes Indefinite Space, a poetry journal.
when everything equals zero
(abstract the art & the eyes & the moon)
Step 1
Start with the more complicated side of the identity
and transform it into the simpler side.
is the bridge an illusion?
maps scatter in sky
Step 2
Try using basic or other known identities.
create small drawings
remember the sea
Step 5
At each step, keep the other side of the identity in mind.
This often reveals what you should do in order to get there.
eliminate steps
measure the distance between sun & shadows & stars
upon finding an old book—
rudiments of natural philosophy & astronomy (1852)
magnetism. optics. doctrine of the sphere.
a few rays of light. great circles. small circles.
mindful.
as the african native forest. mysterious.
cool air. secret.
standing.
the transit instrument. the astronomical clock.
“the time occupied in one complete revolution of the earth, (which is
indicated by the interval occupied by a star from the meridian round
to the meridian again,) is called a sidereal day.”
throw a stone upon the smooth surface of the river. assume many identities.
time is—
indigo. reflection. veils & silhouettes.
observation necessary. close/hermetic.
the promise of happiness. the incantation
of hope. interior walls made manifest.
sleep. interludes of capricious. light. sleds.
what do the starfish and the raven have in common?
set the timer for three minutes. maybe five.
the erasers never work. dust. sweep.
examine intellectually emotional. i am surrounded by mannequins.
equate distance with fear or maybe clouds. disappear
into quantum solace. indirect light.
abstraction. a new moon or maybe a green thread.
read about breton, jeffers, the dali lama.
redemption. expanded. revised.
two pebbles on a wooden desk.
the summit. the abyss. wander in ephemeral.
murmurs & flight
*
there are murmurs & there is flight.
study the flight patterns.
complex. provocative.
look for clues.
*
there is blue paint everywhere—
on my glasses. on my pencil.
on my japanese print jacket. in my hair.
on my lips.
*
today i will clean the fish & turtle’s bowl—
clean water over rocks. contained water.
& i will remember my view to the sea &
the drawings in sand.
*
there is so much to organize.
(before the revelation)
life is an equation
or fill in the blanks
vague plus distant
fractionalize philosophy
myths protect us
allow us to imagine
we are thoughtful shadows
addition minus zero
the spaces are a dimension
even the trees envy
*
we organize & list
the pencils have erasers
there is never enough paper
always enough tape
we sigh & lock doors
create walls
the owl reminds us to feel
yellow & blue merge
small drawings permeate our heads
the curve is the triangle is the sail
we hide between clouds
the birds find us