Two poems for today. The first by myself and the second by Anja. Keep in mind that writing a poem a day does not allow for much revision, so consider them first drafts.
I’m trapped by beauty,
when theses mountains
come tumbling down around me
and I find myself blocked in
by dense forest and a raging river,
and an immense talus field
at the foot of a great peak.
I’m trapped, not because I can’t get out,
but because I long to stay here.
I’ve chosen this imprisonment
with it’s shaggy barken bars
and impenetrable granite walls.
I’m trapped by this beauty,
She’s lured me here,
taken me, cast a spell on me.
She dances in the wind
beckoning me deeper into
this dark wood, further
into this delightful
prison of peace
where my mind is clear
and I can think, and plan
and just be,
without the distractions,
without the heartache,
without the despair,
November 1, 2017
“There’s the slightly intoxicating feeling that accompanies the largest blizzards—the realization that there’s a chance, increasing by every second, that you are about to trapped by beauty.”
Rick Bass, The Wild Marsh: Four Seasons at home in Montana
The deer of Mount Olivet Cemetery
are not afraid. Suspicious. The right amount
of distance maintained. Eye contact
before movement. One at a time
they stare head on, ears like satellites
positioned to capture my intentions.
Awareness of my presences infiltrates
their space. One by one they group.
Two cross their necks to whisper
in each other’s ears, did you see
the human in the cemetery – is she here
for us or the dead? The people on Mount Olivet
maintain more distance. They make eye contact
with stones, ears to the ground.
I want to stare, observe
their movements as if they were a pack
of scattered deer. People spook
too easy. I am a nameless dateless tombstone.