Sooooo I know that I was supposed to post a piece about my drive across the country a couple of weeks ago, complete with pictures, but things have been crazy every since I got back. I managed to get another job and have therefore been working constantly. Also, writing about my trip turned into a more personal post than I was expecting and I want to do it justice. Hang in there, people!
So, completely unforseen by me, it appears that I will actually be driving across the country next week! Unfortunately, I don’t have enough time to make a real, American road trip out of it, but needless to say I will be taking some pictures and hopefully keep you guys updated through the four or so days that I will be driving. Starting point will be a few miles north of the beautiful Seattle, WA, and we’ll finish up in Northport, AL! Roughly, this will be a drive of about 2,600 miles, depending on which route we take.
Bare gray shoulders of hills
shrug off a mantle of dead winter grass.
The air is cold,
stinging the skin on my face,
slipping inside to become
one with my blood.
Wood beneath my feet,
laced into a safe harbor of beams
clothed in chipping paint
pulling off in strips.
Far below the water is whispering,
swirling around rocks that break its surface,
ringing them with white.
The air hangs
still around me
as I step to the brink,
Here’s another picture I took in New Zealand. This was taken in a national park (the name is completely escaping me) on the drive to Milford Sound from Queenstown. The place was so remote and in such pristine condition, our guide told us that we were breathing some of the purest air on Earth. Unfortunately at the time I was suffering from a cold and because of a completely plugged up nose I can’t really tell you how great the air was.
The violin song is lost in the storm
fragile strings of coiled metal sing at the touch of rain
but the wood is dissolving, disintegrating
leaving desolate the shining bits
gleaming like coins in a dead man’s eyes
thrown into the sea because land was too far
leaving his widow sorrowful
“Alone before the close,” she grieves
but quietly, listlessly
like a flame in the wake of a longing whose spirit has died.
Thus it was for me the day I realized you had gone.
Hey everyone! So I just graduated a couple of days ago and it hasn’t quite hit me yet that I am supposed to be an adult now. Very weird. Anyway, I took a poetry class this past semester and I actually liked some of the stuff I wrote for it, so I figured I would share. This poem is a series of haiku named, “Home.”
Fog clings to rocky
mountainsides, finding refuge among
snow laden firs.
A gull hangs
in the mist, his cry mingles
with the swish of waves.
Inside the house
it’s as lonely and cold as the
sea and the mountains.