out in the mountains
central america isthmus
cabecar lands where
middlemen steal
the sun shines hot
she thanks me
mantequilla de mani
sandwich offering
we both smile
though no eye
contact is made
March 19, 2012
out in the mountains
central america isthmus
cabecar lands where
middlemen steal
the sun shines hot
she thanks me
mantequilla de mani
sandwich offering
we both smile
though no eye
contact is made
January 23, 2012
i need some desert in my cheekbones
some searing hot light that pierces me
some gritty dirt and stone under my feet
i need some hard edges that cut the sky
some lines that break the landscape
some bleakness that shouts out to me
“you don’t belong here so come on in
and walk around and make yourself
at home, intrepid stranger of recent times”
June 20, 2011
Locally, Michaux isn’t called such by many. You might say to friends and family that you’re going mtbing at Caledonia, or up by Laurel Lake. Some know it as South Mountain.
Another three days of riding there resulted in happiness. I’ve always liked this poem by Wang Wei, from the 8th Century:
You Asked about My Life. I Send You, Pei Dei, These Lines.
A wide icy river floats to far uncertainty. The autumn rain is eternal in the mist. You ask me about Deep South Mountain. My heart knows it is beyond white clouds.