“The amount of a tire actually in contact with the road means you only have a palm-sized point of control.”
– Motoring safety article
No wonder traversing the same asphalt to town and backduring twenty yearshas felt for me like a handgliding atop a familiar surfacethat dips and tosseswith the pitch and yaw of the pavementas my […]
Accelerating past a snowbound fencewith dark lumps of cattle in the field beyondmunching hay strewn for them,I flash by a ploughed driveway, evergreen forestbehind the house, where from the chimney liftsa plume of smoke
[…]
and dimmed: bracken now yellow
and brown, hazel leaves
mainly dusty gold, speckles of that color
also visible in the green plumes of birch,
poplar, cottonwood. A late September silence
has permeated the valley
this afternoon. Down the lane that skirts the base of the ridge
between my house and the highway,
two For Sale signs linger from May: one home on its […]
Three winds
braid through me
Three winds:
One the body’s petulances
exaltations of joy, moods
from quietude to
domineering, even a willingness
to inflict pain–an allegiance
vowed to that capo
the Murderer
Three winds:
Also, a day that inches by
minute after minute
to construct years become leaves pouring from
a yellowed aspen
in late Fall
–an unceasing gale
that reshapes flesh like steam
that rattles downspouts, windows
a brute flow
that disperses chimney smoke […]
Steering the lazy S-curvesthat descend to meander beside a creekthen angle up the walls of a ravineonto undulating flatland againand a view of rangesblue and icy with the distant cold
Or in blown snow that crosses the pavement in waves higher than my vehicle, the gusts […]
