Like the Hindu
By Joshua Kight
Born over and over
Like a crumpled wet calf
Dropped on the ground
Landing in a glistening lump
Stirring in blurred amazement
Born to bear what can be born
Of childhood’s endless scraped knees
Torn elbows, rolled in dirt
Like floured chicken wings
Mind and body Splattered
With puddled mud rings
Born to bare flesh, red faced in longing
Shedding skin after oily skin
To look at the wasteland within
Pulled by sweet woman
From the mirrored ditch
Sunk in mottled shades, slumping
Cells replaced hourly
So that the Soul in rubble, is a rabble
Rising in the minute minutes
From slag pile to tower of Babel.
Born to process down the aisle
In fearsome desire, Buddha’s best friend
Drunk on fresh milk
Clutching satin and silk
Until love’s over and over wonder
Becomes the slower and slower blunder
And the wrinkled gray light of the skin
Must be shed yet again.
In 1976, having received his Bachelor’s degree in Art Education from Old Dominion University, Joshua Kight left Virginia, where he had been raised on southern cooking and storytelling with three suit cases on a motorcycle. He never went back, but imagery from the tidewater area still haunts his poems frequently.
In Texas Kight, went to work as a Gymnastics coach and worked his way through graduate school at the University of Texas at Austin. He received an MFA in painting in 1984. Along the way, he cultivated an interest in writing poetry that had been revived by a creative writing class in graduate school. Kight showed his paintings frequently, but the poetry was a hobby. In the mid 90’s, he became very dissatisfied with his art work and changed from canvas to wood. In the course of this change, poetry asserted itself into the mix. Kight began to display poems with 4’x3’ wooden 3-D heads. He studied and read poetry and began to take his writing much more seriously. The poetry had made a life of its own along with being occasionally shown with the paintings.
Kight lives in Austin, Texas with his wife and 4 children. He teaches art for a living.