HARD AS ROCK
Hard as rock, I hide where you
hide,
behind the abdication of
Fontainebleau:
every boy an emperor! The rain
remembers
as you do. Treading gutters home
to malodorous castles in forests
of afternoon,
we spent ourselves shouting like
Napoleon.
We were granted the principality
of islands
hard as rock. We had worn a
continent down.
The day was crazed, as if it had
dismounted
from its only eminence to stand
beside
an ordinary horse. How many of us
forage
as we ravage greenslopes for
unavailable courage?
Hidden with you behind my bedrock
eyes,
I watch bystanders for possible
enemies
as all little majors who are
emperors do,
and ride helter-skelter after
spectres of Fontainebleau.
HEARTLAND
I close my eyes, I see the
distance dance,
I hear the detonation of
mischance
that fused the sand to glass and
blew the light
to blazes. The rivers of my
heartland wait.
I call them Mississippi and
Missouri,
great arteries of the inch and
wild heart cherry,
and I sleep in winter with
beasts that want my night.
I am their calm and warmth; my
stove in the barn
grazes the snow for them; and
rivers stay born.
Because I have lived with the
eagle of the prairie,
I am this continent as long as
its rivers last
and no reaction burns them to
old rope.
An image has been taken from an
anxious past
that shrinks them; and what may
be, is heartless hope.
THE TRAVELLING
HOUSE
Time is a house that travels,
jogging down
by horse and buggy to the
parkland of the town
where grandfather dismounts to
give it a show of draughts;
the board was metal and its
pieces slung by shafts.
He grooms his beard and wins the
mornings for me
in matches beneath the pepperina
tree.
I hand the mornings to my
mother on her knees
where they shine like a last
resort and the checkered years
cease to crown us with their
scrubbing pain;
the house was time in a
corrugated lane.
I pass them towards my father's
hammering lunch
and there they warm white
knuckles at a bench.
This was my house and the
givers of mornings it won;
and it stands like the house I am
that I pass on. |