The BlueIris Semi-Nightly Poem Thread, 8/18/07

[BlueIris]

"Our Life in California"

Near San Ardo the grasses tremble
and oak trees bend to the south against a constant wind.
Here our faith is tested
by the air the passes us ceaselessly
and takes each lost breath as we stumble through the hills.
The monotony of breathing, like our heartbeat,
is not the reassuring monotony
of the hills stacked row upon row
beyond our bearing and our ken.
The sun moves with the wind and will be gone,
but there is another light
coming from below, casting trees from the shadows.
There is a shadow beneath me
which moves as I move,
and the tracks I leave in the fragile grass
know more than I know of my duty here,
my worth and my chance.

—Gary Young

[CaliforniaPeggy]

1. My dear BlueIris...

Ah, this is very nice!

I love how he weaves the inner and outer consciousness together...

Thank you!

:hug:

[BlueIris]

2. HEY. That is a *great* observation.

That part of the poem went right by me.

What I love the most about this one is the way the author captures the sere, stark beauty of the San Ardo area.

[BlueIris]

3. Kick.

[BlueIris]

4. Kick.

[BlueIris]

5. Kick.