This is just poetry. It won't save you, but it may locate you so that a rescue party can be sent out. — Dean Blehert

Tuesday, April 14, 2009

City and Wilderness

[Two poems today (Weds), since I didn't send one out Tues.]

I drive through the city, narrowly missing
hundreds of moving cars, signs, pedestrians,
parked cars, hydrants, trees, buildings,
statues of portly bearded guys on horseback --
I do this every day, never hitting a thing.
God, I'm good!

We drove 200 miles to a national park,
to a motel room with carpets and lamps
where we argued some more the same old
arguments. (But when we stop fighting,
we are in a redwood forest.)

[Note: It seems silly to go to a scenic place just to continue squabbling. But it's one thing to argue at home in rooms that are already thickly coated with our grimy arguments, another to continue an argument right up to the point where, pausing for breath (the next morning, perhaps), one looks up...and up...from the mossy floor to find a cathedral-vaulted world in which our tiny hostile noises are no more than the distant chatter of squirrels.]

Dean Blehert
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Dean said...

Thanks, Valonia. What an interesting name! It sounds like a small, obscure but scenic country somewhere in Southern Europe.