Keith Taylor


In Spite of Myself

 

When I walk into

the cabin up north

where I’ve stayed

for a week, a place

thousands of miles

from my father’s grave,

a place where I work

with scientists studying

evolution and adaptation,

a subject he and I

couldn’t talk about

without slicing

at each other, bitter

and certain of our ideas,

the first thing I smell—

individual, pungent

but not unpleasant—

is the distinctive scent

of my father’s body.

 

Five Days After the Extinction Report

 

There’s nothing one person can do

 

but because these things matter,

when we find a Least Flycatcher

car-struck on an unpaved back county road,

a disheveled clump of feathers

but still breathing, Amanda, trained

in this art, cradles the bird, lighter

than a pen in her hands, warms it,

calms it, brings it back until it flutters

off to the swamp edge, calls once

and is gone.

Infant Baptism

 

When she was six weeks old,

her mother exhausted, sleeping

and me dumb and clumsy

in my fathering,

 

I wrapped her and took her out

one late December night

in a snowstorm

to see a snowy owl

 

perched

in a tree

like a gigantic, puffy, pure white songbird

peering down on us,

 

yellow-eyed,

frightened or curious

or vaguely wondering if my daughter

might be food

 

when I lifted her toward him—

See? See?

Snow fell on her face

and she didn’t cry. 


Keith Taylor is originally from Western Canada, but has lived for the past 45 years in Michigan. He has authored or edited 17 books and chapbooks. His most recent is the Ecstatic Destinations (Alice Greene & Co., 2018). His last full length collection, The Bird-while (Wayne State University Press, 2017), won the Bronze medal for the Foreword/Indies Poetry Book of the Year. His poems, stories, reviews, essays and translations have appeared widely in North America and in Europe. He has recently retired from the University of Michigan, where he taught Creative Writing for 20 years. Before that he worked as a bookseller in Ann Arbor for almost 20 years, but over the years he has also worked as a camp-boy for a hunting outfitter in the Yukon, as a dishwasher in southern France, a housepainter in Indiana and Ireland, a freight handler, a teacher, a freelance writer, the co-host of a radio talk show, and as the night attendant at a pinball arcade in California. Taylor has received fellowships from the National Endowment for the Arts from the Michigan Council for the Arts and Cultural Affairs. He has been Writer/Artist In Residence at Isle Royale National Park (twice), the Detroit YMCA, The International Writers’ and Translators’ Centre of Rhodes, Greece, and the University of Michigan Biological Station.