Cadence, Country, Silence

Night catch in the Atacama 

is Brancusi’s sleeping muse. 

My dad’s panama hat

is extinct.


Bats swim face down 

swaying in the sea. The note 

between silence and sound 

scatters on a chalk cliff.


Mind the gap

while I push a self-portrait 

through my teeth —

I’m learning the wind by heart.

Published online April 18 2017.

The title of this poem comes from an essay by Dennis Lee.

Chloë Catán is an art historian and translator living in Toronto. She is currently pursuing her certificate in creative writing from the University of Toronto.

Poetry Only: Hair cover image

This piece was published in ‘Poetry Only: Hair,’ the Spring 2017 issue of CV2.

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