By Judith Pacht

precarious when my view south 
looks back at me & as for place
(say it) a part of me looks down
& in trying to avoid visibility

it’s me my self & as for place
occasionally 
I don’t avoid visibility 
facing south 

on the other hand sometimes
north is more precise
I know how shame lies
in & down know to avoid south-facing
visibilities

though north seems more precise 
occasionally
squalls the gales cyclones shudders 
in & down I can’t avoid 
the variable (sometimes poor) visibility 

squalls gales that shudder again 

look down 

shame looks back at me me the self
& that precarious facing

Phrases lifted from the BBC’s Shipping News Forecast. .
The concept “facing” from Frank Bidart’s “making” in “Music Like Dirt.” I played with the poem and the idea as though in a Pantoum.


Precarious
February 5, 2025

we raked
the decomposed
granite smooth 
but
decomposed again
it cracked 
when the earth
shook 

in Fort Worth 
I remember soundless black
massing around me
the tornado’s vortex 

precarious as

this wildfire hot
enough to melt
my car’s metal flat
onto the asphalt 

today a red light
flashes 
reads stop we stop

others proceed
read red is green
deceive
again & again: red is green

I write because 
this is my truth: 
guard the flashing red 

Writing, painting, composing -- the arts and we practitioners are connected. Our internal worlds let us invent and our inventions speak to each other in ways the external world can not. In a way it's survival, in another way it leads others to a core sanity, to truth.observation, introspectionThe scent of earth after rain, spring wildflowers on the hillsides, streams to rivers to oceans, unpolluted. Another uphill struggle to preserve the beauty of our planet. Writing, painting, composing -- the arts and we practitioners are connected. Our internal world lets us invent or create; our inventions speak to each other in ways the external world can not. It's survival, a process that leads beyond one's personal truth.

Judith Pacht’s book Summer Hunger, won the 2011 PEN Southwest Book Award for Poetry. Her new book, Precarious, New & Selected Poems (Giant Claw Press), will be published in 2025. A three-time Pushcart nominee, Pacht was first place winner in the Georgia Poetry Society’s Edgar Bowers competition. Her work appears in journals that include Ploughshares, Runes, Nimrod and Phoebe, and her poems have been translated into Russian where they were published in Foreign Literature (Moscow, Russia). She has work in numerous anthologies. 
Pacht reads at the Los Angeles Times Festival of Books, at Charleston’s Piccolo Spoleto Festival and has read and taught Political Poetry at Denver’s annual LitFest at the Lighthouse.