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Wednesday, June 21, 2006

Promise


By the end of the longest day of the year he could not stand it,
The ribbon of cars winding all the way to Seattle,
He in the middle, fingers turned plastic from
gripping the steering wheel,
ears attuned to horns and revved engines,
squealing brakes and
FUCK YOU MOTHERFUCKERS
Rebounding off the walls of skyscrapers
Spiralling up into taut stretched sky
Where colors clashed, light streamed through
Particulate poison created by greed

In the belly of his world his guts coiled like a snake
Strike-ready but blind
Hot energy massed, spreading upwards towards
the promise of a new kind of history
an awakening from nightmare and
complicit silence

Down the the metal river he passed
till on the border
Between lands, over water
He stopped, stepped out,
flesh and bone in a world
of nothing natural
But sky above
air and water below

All around the sounds
of ranting road rage rose
as he walked – yes walked –
To the rails, grabbed metal with
Forceful hands and rose up to stand
One moment above the water

For everyone else the days will darken slowly,
A minute here, another there
Later dawn, earlier sunset,
Till the world is swaddled dark for hours and hours
And the daylight that finally comes is tinged gray with rain
And swollen clouds, with only the promise of the winter solstice
And the slow turn to light
As comfort

But he, not standing it,
Falls through poisoned air, fleeing
Machines, cut trees, the slow return to winter
That without human change
Will one day be eternal

Behind him the relentless river
stops, disgorges its human burden, and wakes
to the sound of a wife’s questions, to
the possibility of grief
and of redemption.

Comments on "Promise"

 

Blogger Polyman2 said ... (1:03 PM) : 

Sometimes we search for solice
or anything resembling redemption.

 

Blogger Fluff said ... (9:15 AM) : 

Commuting's a bitch!

 

Blogger Percival said ... (7:57 PM) : 

Alas fond road rage...

 

Blogger Delaleuverses said ... (6:00 AM) : 

Great post, I wanted to read more

 

Blogger Pam said ... (7:19 AM) : 

Beautifully expressed...reminds me of why I moved to the mountains.

 

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