January Drought

By Conor O'Callaghan Conor O'Callaghan
It needn’t be tinder, this juncture of the year,   
a cigarette second guessed from car to brush.   

The woods’ parchment is given   
to cracking asunder the first puff of wind.   
Yesterday a big sycamore came across First   
and Hawthorne and is there yet.   

The papers say it has to happen,   
if just as dribs and drabs on the asbestos siding.   
But tonight is buckets of stars as hard and dry as dimes.   

A month’s supper things stacks in the sink.   
Tea brews from water stoppered in the bath   
and any thirst carried forward is quenched thinking you,   
piece by piece, an Xmas gift hidden   
and found weeks after: the ribbon, the box.   

I have reservoirs of want enough   
to freeze many nights over.

Source: Poetry (March 2009).

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This poem originally appeared in the March 2009 issue of Poetry magazine

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Biography

Conor O’Callaghan is an Irish poet who teaches at Wake Forest University and Sheffield Hallam University in the UK. His most recent collection is Fiction (Wake Forest University Press, 2005).

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Poem Categorization

SUBJECT Relationships, Love, Nature, Winter, Desire, Infatuation & Crushes

POET’S REGION Ireland

Poetic Terms Free Verse

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