early morning back from wine and fruit
Found this from the past summer:
August Night Driving
I remember what made me
be in love with road tripping.
At night, driving down the streets
of my high school years
blaring bad radio expansively,
I let myself float
to the tops of trees
where light from towns in other states
peered over the edge of the globe
and put a little bit of green
into the blue night sky.
Summers and summers ago I was alone
as I am now, palms slipping on the wheel,
lids pulled halfway down my face,
shoulders arched as if in take-off.
I remember how I did not really miss
my energy, how it was a comfort
to lean against the car window
and feel sliced between worlds:
rock riffs running parallel to peace.
That is the longing of road travel.
Half-awake, to be conveyed past many landmarks,
traffic lights and streams of buildings and canyons,
and to be aware of the constancy of sky,
a sky that glows without sound
above a world humming
with a sleepy, insistent desire.
... and last week:
Repent October
After I ruined his life she left him
and I remember I sat with you next to the autumn window
at an ungodly hour and spoke unholy.
I told you how tragedy was beautiful and it is
somehow or else we might not die
but mostly I told you about how he rolled
over in the night breathing in not out
and how his hands were at fault
and how the island porch was overhung with stars
so we leaned into them loving
and that was beautiful.
You sat stiff and sad, making noises
until finally you pointed out that all I said
was what was beautiful not what was right.
I know you go to church under gold leaf
but even in my own observances
beside the dusty white radiator
I think of these things and
so I haven't had the pride
to hang my head. I ruined his life.
She left him and still the trees glow
and I do not know
for how long the two of us will mourn
but I find myself glancing hard at you
and asking what there is
for human beings to do
that is not offensive destructive precious
too and what can I say to god
when this life after all is beautiful.
P.S. More good times from Father:
Katie,
This is just to let you know that Mars is approching closest to the Earth this time maybe in another 2-3 days.
Look up to the almost center part of the sky around 8:30 p.m. and you will notice a Bright Red Object which is hard to miss as long as the sky is clear. You won't see Mars that close until 2020 when you will be 34 years old and we will be ???.
Of course, don't go out alone to see the misterious specutacular planet.
Love,
Dad.
August Night Driving
I remember what made me
be in love with road tripping.
At night, driving down the streets
of my high school years
blaring bad radio expansively,
I let myself float
to the tops of trees
where light from towns in other states
peered over the edge of the globe
and put a little bit of green
into the blue night sky.
Summers and summers ago I was alone
as I am now, palms slipping on the wheel,
lids pulled halfway down my face,
shoulders arched as if in take-off.
I remember how I did not really miss
my energy, how it was a comfort
to lean against the car window
and feel sliced between worlds:
rock riffs running parallel to peace.
That is the longing of road travel.
Half-awake, to be conveyed past many landmarks,
traffic lights and streams of buildings and canyons,
and to be aware of the constancy of sky,
a sky that glows without sound
above a world humming
with a sleepy, insistent desire.
... and last week:
Repent October
After I ruined his life she left him
and I remember I sat with you next to the autumn window
at an ungodly hour and spoke unholy.
I told you how tragedy was beautiful and it is
somehow or else we might not die
but mostly I told you about how he rolled
over in the night breathing in not out
and how his hands were at fault
and how the island porch was overhung with stars
so we leaned into them loving
and that was beautiful.
You sat stiff and sad, making noises
until finally you pointed out that all I said
was what was beautiful not what was right.
I know you go to church under gold leaf
but even in my own observances
beside the dusty white radiator
I think of these things and
so I haven't had the pride
to hang my head. I ruined his life.
She left him and still the trees glow
and I do not know
for how long the two of us will mourn
but I find myself glancing hard at you
and asking what there is
for human beings to do
that is not offensive destructive precious
too and what can I say to god
when this life after all is beautiful.
P.S. More good times from Father:
Katie,
This is just to let you know that Mars is approching closest to the Earth this time maybe in another 2-3 days.
Look up to the almost center part of the sky around 8:30 p.m. and you will notice a Bright Red Object which is hard to miss as long as the sky is clear. You won't see Mars that close until 2020 when you will be 34 years old and we will be ???.
Of course, don't go out alone to see the misterious specutacular planet.
Love,
Dad.