I stick a stamp on an envelope.
It is a lake, a little glassy, and a mountain, behind the lake.
A little bit of lake is left behind on my tongue.
I would not like to be a fish in that lake.
A little bit of me would always be going missing.
I would always be leaving the lake for the mountain.
And now, it is several days later.
I am waiting for a reply.
Then I see that the stamp is still attached to me.
So that explains my demonic energy lately!
That explains how I rose so high so fast,
what everyone means when they refer to my depth.
But where am I being sent?
And when I arrive, who will open me?
Roughly, with a finger, or gently, with a knife?
Editor: Robert Sullivan
Without wishing to explain the poem, I admire the several figurative transformations: the narrator into an envelope, the lake into saliva on the narrator’s tongue in which a fish struggles. Later in the collection there is a poem called “The Fish and I” reminding me about its many internal cross-references, as well as to other poetics.
"Envelope" is published on Tuesday Poem with Anna Jackson's permission.
There is another of her Thicket poems and more about her here on Tuesday Poem.
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This week's Tuesday Poem editor is poet Robert Sullivan of Maori (Ngā Puhi, Kai Tahu) and Galway Irish descent. He has won awards for his poetry, children's writing and editing. His most recent poetry collections: Cassino City of Martyrs (Huia) and Shout Ha! to the Sky (Salt Publishing, UK).
Robert co-edited NZ Book Award finalist Whetu Moana: Contemporary Polynesian Poems in English with Albert Wendt and Reina Whaitiri. He heads Creative Writing at the Manukau Institute of Technology in Auckland, and blogs here.