Rocks stacked at corners of a squatter’s camp,
colored bottles hanging from a tree.
Broken oyster shells
lining a dirt walkway to match the hems
of clouds trundling their gossip
over open-air markets towards the sea.
How can those who watch us
not be flattered at our puny attempts at beauty €”
the gods who look down, the dead
who sometimes look up? Yearning works
through us, whiskers to tail, the way
a yawning cat converts stretching into praise.
Lance Larsen will serve as Utah’s poet laureate from May, 2012 until May, 2015. “Not Necessarily at Rest” originally appeared in Backyard Alchemy (Tampa, 2009). For an introductory essay and Larsen’s bio, go here. For additional poems, go here.