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What do you mean it's October??!!
Oct. 24th, 2005 02:34 amThis year, Autumn seems to be a figment of the calender's imagination. I post this in honor of the real Autumn, wherever she might be.
Vermont
How do I explain the morning?
Traveling mile after mile
Leaving pieces of me in the pavement below -
Chunks and slivers leaving a trail from DC to New England
Leaving pieces of me behind until I’m lean and all bone,
Clean and hard and blanched.
Dribs and drabs of me left behind.
And then I meet myself,
Ecstatic(!),
In the morning
On the mountain
Surrounded by old pine and
No one - no thing - to encumber me
Just the water and the rocky soil that stretches
High, high
High and touches God’s heart.
(I’m all soft inside but for the
Snap of the air that stiffens my spine and keeps me erect
And even my tears are sweet like a baby’s
Like water my blood runs pure
And clean I breath deep and spew flowers and milk.)
No clock or meter will fix my place or time.
I am naked in the midst of the elements and
I resonate like a chime.
And now I am the mountain
And the rocky soil
And the icy waters.
And now I am the chinks and slivers I left behind and
They are
One
With me
On the mountain
In the morning
Okay, I can't believe I'm posting poetry two days in a row but I guess I'm just in that sort of mood.
I was fresh off of a breakup and decided to take a few days off from the job to pull myself together. I packed a small suitcase and drove north one day in late October. Somewhere around the end of the Garden State Parkway, I decided to go to Vermont, no reason, it just seemed like a good idea. I was somewhere in the White Mountains, near Waterbury (home of Ben and Jerry's Ice Cream) and this is what came out. The funny thing is that I'm not even a morning person. Who knows, maybe I would be if I lived in Vermont I would be.
I've always thought of the Fall as being very female; the colors, the harvest; the genteel slide from the aggressive heat of summer into the sweater cool days and 2 blanket nights. I miss her and if someone happens to see Autumn, please tell her I miss her terribly and ask her to stop by Jersey even if it's only for a week or two.
Vermont
How do I explain the morning?
Traveling mile after mile
Leaving pieces of me in the pavement below -
Chunks and slivers leaving a trail from DC to New England
Leaving pieces of me behind until I’m lean and all bone,
Clean and hard and blanched.
Dribs and drabs of me left behind.
And then I meet myself,
Ecstatic(!),
In the morning
On the mountain
Surrounded by old pine and
No one - no thing - to encumber me
Just the water and the rocky soil that stretches
High, high
High and touches God’s heart.
(I’m all soft inside but for the
Snap of the air that stiffens my spine and keeps me erect
And even my tears are sweet like a baby’s
Like water my blood runs pure
And clean I breath deep and spew flowers and milk.)
No clock or meter will fix my place or time.
I am naked in the midst of the elements and
I resonate like a chime.
And now I am the mountain
And the rocky soil
And the icy waters.
And now I am the chinks and slivers I left behind and
They are
One
With me
On the mountain
In the morning
Okay, I can't believe I'm posting poetry two days in a row but I guess I'm just in that sort of mood.
I was fresh off of a breakup and decided to take a few days off from the job to pull myself together. I packed a small suitcase and drove north one day in late October. Somewhere around the end of the Garden State Parkway, I decided to go to Vermont, no reason, it just seemed like a good idea. I was somewhere in the White Mountains, near Waterbury (home of Ben and Jerry's Ice Cream) and this is what came out. The funny thing is that I'm not even a morning person. Who knows, maybe I would be if I lived in Vermont I would be.
I've always thought of the Fall as being very female; the colors, the harvest; the genteel slide from the aggressive heat of summer into the sweater cool days and 2 blanket nights. I miss her and if someone happens to see Autumn, please tell her I miss her terribly and ask her to stop by Jersey even if it's only for a week or two.
