“Forgotten Planet” by Doug Dorph
Poetry 180: A Poem a Day for American High Schools, Hosted by Billy Collins, U.S. Poet Laureate, 2001-2003
I ask my daughter to name the planets. "Venus ...Mars ...and Plunis!" she says. When I was six or seven my father woke me in the middle of the night. We went down to the playground and lay on our backs on the concrete looking up for the meteors the tv said would shower. I don't remember any meteors. I remember my back pressed to the planet Earth, my father's bulk like gravity next to me, the occasional rumble from his throat, the apartment buildings dark-windowed, the sky close enough to poke with my finger. Now, knowledge erodes wonder. The niggling voce reminds me that the sun does shine on the dark side of the moon. My daughter's ignorance is my bliss. Through her eyes I spy like a voyeur. I travel in a rocket ship to the planet Plunis. On Plunis I no longer long for the past. On Plunis there are actual surprises. On Plunis I am happy.
from Too Too Flesh, Mudfish Individual Poet Series #3, 2000
Box Turtle Press, New York, NY
Copyright 2000 by Doug Dorph.
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About the Poet
Doug Dorph is the author of the poetry collection Too Too Flesh (Box Turtle Press, 2000). His poems have also appeared in numerous magazines and journals including The New Yorker.
Learn more about Doug Dorph at Mudfish.