Collection and Exhibitions

A White, a Blue, a Yellow, Red. Poetry by Jeremy Reed

Poem: David Watkins, Primary Orbits, 1983. Photo: Heini Schneebeli, 2008
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David Watkins
Primary Orbits

The pattern’s like four-coloured DNA
helices in orbital spin
or planet-spotting I see red Pluto

locked to its blue companion moon
facing each other like two traffic lights
haloed with methane in deep space.

Looking at bits I imagine the crunch,
a time-reversed rerun of the Big Bang
the universe squashed to this one neckpiece,

the galaxies condensed to clinky rings
and half circles like lemons sliced
to boat across a fizzy gin.
I like the empty spaces in activity
the energy I feel in a design
ready to trigger like a dormant snake

into spiral integrated attack
from a lazy cool loop like a necklace.
Thought-shapes exist in micro-gravity

but get set down like neural holograms
into refocused imagery
dragged out of orbit into place.

There’s no end to configurative fit,
the way I move these pieces round
like a near planet reshuffle,

a white, a blue, a yellow, red,
the possibilities like sudoku
played on a gritty plateau on the moon.

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