Sebastian Matthews |
Undressing the Muse
When Sonny Rollins walked onto that bridge
to play his saxophone to the wind
he was stepping off the stage
and into the woodshed.
It wasn’t a failure of nerve, of course,
nor was it only a deepening
of his craft. He was breaking
a voice apart
and refashioning it.
He was undressing his muse.
That’s what I want now:
less stage, more bridge
(the wind steady and relentless)
and room to go about
the private business of becoming—
nothing more, not a single iota less—
who I am meant to be.
And if that’s asking
too much, then allow me to rest
a moment, and when I wake
let me be refreshed.
Sebastian Matthews
Undressing the Muse was first published in POOL.
Poem, copyright © 2005 by Sebastian Matthews
Appearing on From the Fishouse with permission
Audio file, copyright © 2005, From the Fishouse
Posted on March 1, 2005 7:15 AM