That old shell of a Chevy
in the field down by the creek
became our base, our fortress,
our refuge and our shelter.
In all those days of story
even innocence placed its
lost loves where we met, shyly,
so long ago.
we parted, came together
and parted gently again.
We grew there. We grew up there.
We grew roots in our minds and
hearts there that dig and search the
soil there still, search for meaning,
twine into leaning loves and
tilted, quizzical glances,
looks that say, “Maybe….again.”
And now the grass grows up through
the floorboards. Rust falls to dust
the earth in a halo all
around. The blood of the place
runs into the soil—our blood,
our time, our labors of growth,
the things we do and did that
can not be counted as work
and cannot be priced, all those
lessons lost with the rust, leeched
into the soil, washed from us
like the sweat from our bodies,
like the mud from our bare feet
when we ran like animals
through the field and through the creek.
The rain patters on the roof,
singing us softly into
the night and we sleep. When dawn
comes there are bare drips from the
roof onto the old rearview
mirror. They roll around the
edge to curl under and fall
down and splash on the dashboard
where we put the candles the
night before. And we come back
to this place, to this comfort.
I come here and you are there
before me, that look on your
face that says, “God, you're silly!
Silly for coming back…..but,
here I am again, waiting.”
Time and time, and—
God! How it hurts
to watch it go,
to feel it lose
its grip on you.
This space remains. This space is
never the same. This space is
never the same shape. It will
not fit us anymore.
This was so beautiful. thank you.
Thank YOU so much Miguel–
This is so very very good. I can’t think of anything else to say.
And I can’t say anything but “Thank You!”
so I’ll just say…ummm…
So many great sections here, it’s tough to single any out, but I love “We trysted, / we parted, came together / and parted gently again,” which seems to me the poem’s spirit and operation. Wonderful.
Thank you, David. I appreciate your comments so much. Makes me feel like I am actually being heard.
“spirit and operation”–yes, I think so. this is about always and yet never returning, the past being what it is–er–was…
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I love all the space in this poem 🙂 It makes me feel like I’m drifting on the outer edges of something massive, incomprehensible. You never cease to amaze me.
Well, the ceaseless amazement is surely mutual. Not least because there is SO much behind this piece. Remember that longer, novel-length narrative thing I mentioned? This is a part of that, and it has all that I do not yet know about this story and where it is going to take me going on behind the scenes in this piece and I’m betting (in all amazement!) that you are picking up on that! This story/tale/epic(?)/i-don’t-kow-what=to-call-it-yet is too big for me to wrap my head around just yet, but as it comes, I will be looking for consultation/feedback on the project. It will be years in the works and quite a while before I am ready for this sharing/consultation, but would you be willing? You “get” my writing.
“drifting on the outer edges of something massive, incomprehensible” is exactly how I envision the main character/narrator feeling. constantly. except for the times that he is no longer on the edge, which is when of course the madness comes….
I KNEW I felt something bigger in this piece! 😀 That’s amazing how you conveyed that! This story is obviously so important it’s leaking into all your work. That’s when you know you’ve hit a gold mine.
Of course I will be there for when the madness comes – I’d love to read over and share thoughts! This is extremely exciting. I wish you the best of luck tackling it, and I can’t wait to see how it turns out. Knowing you, it’ll be a thing of beauty.
Nice cadence in this, I like how the stanzas were set. Chapeau to you, or some other congratulatory cliche 😉
This one had a rather babbling brook quality to how it came out of me. Rather came of its own accord, which doesn’t often happen to me. Didn’t change too much from the first draft and I’m gratified for your words.