Excerpt from absence on water

   i listen
for you
in the silence
that begs
for a sound
i see you
in the water
that ripples
in the distance
made present
by the
great
absence
that lingers
above

Copyright 2026 Michael Grodesky

In my collection Absence On Water, one of the sources of inspiration came from the work of the Japanese composer of contemporary and classical music, Toru Takemitsu. I was introduced to Takemitsu’s work and his book, Confronting Silence by my teacher Ronald Bucknam who often professed one of the composer’s fundamental dialectics: that absence creates presence. Read more about Toru Takemitsu at the link below:

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tōru_Takemitsu

Another source of inspiration came from the images of Busan-based photographer Jungwon Park. He is globally recognized for his minimalist, black-and-white long-exposure seascapes and landscapes. I find that his minimalist scapes invoke an interesting tension between what is present and what is absent. I was inspired to create that same experience in the poems of this collection. I imagined the poems looking visually similar to the linear forms in his photographs. See Park’s photographs at his website below:

http://jungwonpark.net/?ckattempt=1

The cover photo for Absence On Water was one I took myself with morning fog overlooking Mutiny Bay on Whidbey Island in Washington state, near Seattle.

Dissimilation
Manzanar, 1942

Forget
the way they brought you here
on trains and buses shrouded
in silks of euphemism. The way

you were unhomed

and taken from what you thought
had been the dream.

Maybe you forget the
barbed wire
fences that sharpen into focus
and the skeletons of lifeless apple
trees that black and white
the distance. And maybe you

don’t feel

your eyes sting with smoke
from bombs that settled
on the winds of the Pacific.
The desert sand each day is clumped

with sweat and tears.
Children grow up. Men transform
the desert into gardens and waterfalls
and women wash the ashes
from their shirts.

Tarpaper barracks
become the ghosts of home.

And maybe you wonder
when the inside

became the outside
and when

the last traces of astonishment
faded from your eyes. When
you stopped looking forward
to the horizon and began to speak

in whispers.

Copyright 2021 by Michael Grodesky

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https://www.blurb.com/books/10841811-dissimilations

Excerpt from

At Chief Seattle’s Grave

And the gods  float by
hiding their faces
behind the clouds leaving

the dead
to grieve silently

for those still living.

At Chief Seattle's Grave
Read by Phyllis Pastore