Thursday, April 22, 2004

well undergrad, it was nice knowing ya.

Tuesday, April 20, 2004

Spirit-Vision

A mountain city stretches rock fingers
beyond the clouds. The descent is difficult,
but the view is beautiful. I follow
the sunset downward…

I will soon need a torch.
Wild dogs run by me in dusk; ahead
there are shouts and fires:
they are attacking the encampment.

Green grass pushes my hurried feet;
I run low to avoid being seen.
I stumble into the opposing camp;
I am speared.

I awake in a small house:
she tends me. Her father and mother
look at me sternly. When I am well enough,
I say things to make her laugh.

Outside on one crutch, the deep sense
of their land fills my limbs. She shows me
its textures: many have found modern ways,
many also have forgotten its touch.

We visit the city together. Men
in passing trucks mock us. Another man,
drunk, tells savage stories;
my anger chases him through the streets.

Harvest. A speech-maker tells "our story":
crossed-stars and wild magic, a flourish
of doomed endings; others clap. We fold.
I realize she is taller than I am.

I take her to my grandfather. He questions
this strong, fine warrior. Her answers
satisfy him as no others have before.
I tell him she will bear my son.

We return to her village, but
somehow I know I cannot stay.
A hand shakes my shoulder; the vision
wavers; story and magic drain away.

By our house, at night, the fires leap
higher than our dancers. Our son’s limbs
flow strong and true. There, she smiles our pride
back to me, bravely. I catch my breath...

Thursday, April 08, 2004

okay. it's very early in the morning. in less than two hours, i will be leaving for kingston to look for housing with jon. this is not good.

and yet, for some reason, i just find myself mysteriously wanting to go to kenya.

Wednesday, April 07, 2004

...
They cannot scare me with their empty spaces
Between stars-- on stars where no human race is.
I have it in me so much nearer home
To scare myself with my own desert places.
(from Robert Frost's "Desert Places")