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Michael Simms: Evening in the Adirondacks

Always it will be late summer in your mind:

Birches give off a full and dark light



With a motion you know will abide and return

Every evening. You are changed



By small things: an elm seed spins

To earth, and like your talent for the cello



The possibilities remain enclosed.

Being ordinary makes you a hero—



Sweeping the porch, looking at the sky,

You become more than yourself. The solace for being



Dull is being perfectly at ease with the world.

All afternoon



The afternoon sails in and out the window,

And the first star starts the lake singing.


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Copyright 2020 Michael Simms

From American Ash (Ragged Sky, 2020).

9 comments on “Michael Simms: Evening in the Adirondacks

  1. Lisa Zimmerman
    August 28, 2022

    “Dull is being perfectly at ease with the world.” This poem moved me deeply this morning. Thank you.

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  2. Arlene Weiner
    August 27, 2022

    I love this.

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    • Vox Populi
      August 28, 2022

      Thanks, Arlene. I wrote this poem when I was 25 and living at Yaddo. A few years after I wrote this poem, my life fell apart, and I didn’t write again for decades. I barely recognize the young man who wrote these lines.

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  3. Patricia A. Nugent
    August 23, 2016

    Love this – sitting in the ADK’s as I read it. Wondering if/where you visited…..

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    • Vox Populi
      August 23, 2016

      Patricia. Thanks! I lived in upstate NY for a while and drove through the ADK’s a number of times. I posted this 40 years later remembering the lovely summers there.

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  4. charlie.brice@gmail.com
    August 23, 2016

    Great poem, Michael. A killer last line! Charlie

    Sent from my iPhone

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  5. jfrobb
    August 23, 2016

    Thanks for these quietly evocative words. Bringing to mind (though in less articulated ways) times spent at Silver Bay on Lake George. Perhaps aided by the weather here in PIttsburgh these last couple of days. With the quiet peacefulness of what I have always known as Indian (Native American / First Nation?) Summer still ahead.

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