To That Which I Follow

BY Chris Forhan

Where would you lead me now, blind ghost?
We have slipped past the guardhouse into the river.

I have sloughed the blue uniform, surrendered my anonymous body.
I have left the catastrophe of daylight stashed in a sack, turned my back on it.

Listen: I assent, I assent.

What immolation do you offer, what cure?
What lover in torn ribbons of wind, a dress of water?

 

Biography

CHRIS FORHAN is the author of three books of poetry: Black Leapt In (Barrow Street Press, 2009), winner of the Barrow Street Press Poetry Prize; The Actual Moon, The Actual Stars (Northeastern University Press, 2003), winner of the Morse Poetry Prize and a Washington State Book Award; and Forgive Us Our Happiness (Middlebury, 1999), winner of the Bakeless Prize. He has won a National Endowment for the Arts Fellowship and two Pushcart Prizes, and his poems have appeared in Poetry, Paris Review, Ploughshares, New England Review, Parnassus, and other magazines, as well as in The Best American Poetry. He lives with his wife, the poet Alessandra Lynch, and their two sons in Indianapolis, where he teaches at Butler University.

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