The Glass Man
He is the transparence of the place in which He is…
This is where he washed to shore
during rough weather in November.
We found him in a nest of kelp,
salt bladders, other sea wrack—
all but invisible through
that lavish debris—and we might
have passed him by altogether
had he not held so perfectly
still, composed, so incoherently
fixed among the general
blowziness of the pile.
Unlikely is what he was,
what he remains—brilliant,
immutable, and of speech
quite incapable, if revealing
nonetheless. Under foot,
the landscape grows acute, so that it seems
to tremble, thereafter to dissolve,
thereafter to deliver to the witness
a suspicion of the roiling
confusion which brought him here.
By Scott Cairns in Compass of Affection: Poems New and Selected (pages 55).