Category: Travel

WRITING THE AUSTRALIA TRIP

WRITING THE AUSTRALIA TRIP

We went to teach, we went to learn
we did a lot of both and more of some

We met amazing people – they met us
perhaps none will be the same again

Details I leave for further poems
which I hurry to hurry to write

before the ripples rippling out
are lost
clockwise and counter clock
down the toilet bowl of time

12.12.2012 AND COUNTING

12.12.2012 AND COUNTING

Been out of Austin six months now
two oceans, some rivers, and a sea

Gathering material to throw
into a big pot of Shiner Bock

A pinch of limestone ground real fine
eye of salamander, blind of bat
and horn of ram from the Shiner cap

With branches from an old live oak
leaves still clinging to the stock
a dozen poets stirring the pot
and breathing their words across the top

Watch it bubble and settle and steam
something will scum to the surface soon
haiku to draw through a slender straw
and cups of couplets in rhyming itme

The Mayan calendar is running down
but I’ve got next year’s Marilyn and
ten new poems, and plenty of faith
that awe and Austin will carry on

FINDING GIACOMETTI

FINDING GIACOMETTI

It is a high calling to be in trouble
as you travel along the road
creating good Samaritans at every trip and fall

The trick starts out by renting a car
from a small gas station/liquor store

Sketchy directions and a wrong turn
an unmanned toll booth and two tunnels
some workmen suggest the one to the right
a tunnel we thought would surface in England

Not England but where?
Industrial park on a holiday
one man working in the flowers
directions to get us a little closer

And then, what you don’t find
unless you get this lost

A town with a Giacometti university
and a statue in the circular town square
that might well have been worth
coming all the way to France to see

ROAD TRIP

ROAD TRIP

There is a stretch
in the long loping hills of Montana
where the laws of speed and time are not enforced

Where over every hill there’s another hill
that far to the bottom
and that far up the other side

A-sail, a-sail on an earth-rocked ship
two thousand feet above an ancient sea

Wheels endlessly humming
to the radio’s timeless tunes

Suspended forever midway
between those you’re running to
and those you’re running from

DIRECTIONS TO LOS NOVIOS RANCH

DIRECTIONS TO LOS NOVIOS RANCH
for Claire and George

A hundred miles south of San Antone
Los Novios means The Sweethearts

They had Brahmas in the pasture
they had a gator in the pond

They got big Blue Indigo snakes
there to eat them pesky rattlers

Though mesquite may be as close
as you get to a sweetheart tree

The roadrunner on the woodpile
is all puffed up and singing
Hey girls, look at me

THE NOT QUITE DEAD SEA

THE NOT QUITE DEAD SEA

Thirteen hundred and thirty eight feet
below sea level

Unless you live around there
and then all of the other seas
are a long way in the air

Driving through the West Bank
watch the signs as you drop away

After the first six feet you are living with the dead

Down, down, down, you go
foot by foot and year by year
heading for Herod’s health spa
King David’s refuge, and source of balms
used in the mummification of young King Tut

Eight and a half times saltier that the ocean

You float in the water so thick that you can’t sink
and air so thick the sun won’t burn you
as you look up and East into the hills
where the scrolls were buried

You don’t have to read them, you can feel them

LEFT BEHIND ON THE CONCORDE

LEFT BEHIND ON THE CONCORDE

You get to DC an hour and a half before you leave London
and Rod and I talked most of the way

Maybe it was the ‘69 Dom Perignon
they poured as soon as you took your seat
or the Chateauneuf-du-Pape and Pouilly-Fuisse
they served all through the meal

I do remember there were Arabs in
flowing white, and Burgess Meredith the movie star
and I showed the pretty brunette
my pilots license and got invited to the cockpit
where the pilots greeted me as brothers
even though the fastest thing I’d ever flown
was and Aero Commander 680E

Maybe it was the Taylor’s Special Reserve
twenty year old port they served with
the Cuban cigars (it was 1978 after all)

Maybe it was going more than twice the speed of sound
but I can’t remember a damn thing that either of us said.