Take to the Highway: Arabesques for Travelers
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Take to the Highway - Bryce Milligan
planet-saver
I.
Elevation’s the New Salvation
Prelude for Siduri
She wears her blues
like Shiva’s skin,
courts the shoreline
of an ocean that once
when she was still
in love with it
bit her on the heel
and thus revealed
even sun and surf
envy the freedom
she alone can bare
before the gods
of her small sea.
Lost Lines
Words prance across
the blinding windshield
like appaloosa ponies
headed from their dim
night-shadowed canyons
onto the sage plain
the cadence rising—words,
words like hoofbeats—
as the herd hits
clear sunlit plains,
the playground plains,
el Llano Estacado
flat, so flat,
good ground for
running, running, running.
Brown and white and gold
they blaze and vanish
into the sun.
One More Brief Encounter
A distant glimpse of crimson fades at dusk
beyond the placid surface shifting blue
to gray, beyond the shadowed bridge where brusque
policemen watch headlights skitter and skew
the rippled mirror till they too are gone.
Her crimson dress dissolves to gray at last
yet her moment’s grace on the shore’s long lawn
stays in the mind as if a shadow cast
by a restless heart on a windless night,
a city’s hymn to its stagnant river.
A shadow’s shadow swallows all the light.
No sharp silhouette, only a shiver
dances among the dimming leaves as she
slips from the red dress into memory.
Virginia Pines
for Hermine
Vine-laced Virginia pines line the highway,
century-old sentries, dark against the dawn.
Sharp as obsidian shards—Clovis points
arranged in rank on serried razor rank—
the treetops’ saw-teeth rip the starless dark
and dawn bleeds all along the horizon,
defining, refining her dark and lovely woods.
High Country Caravan
for Mary; in memory of Steve Frumholz
We drive a thousand miles
out of the sodden south
for this, the swish,
the whispers in the big sage,
murmurs in the piñones
and the highland pines
that rise above the scrub,
lifting their dark
and drowsy crowns
in an acclamation of elegance.
Your shadow-dappled arms
draw me higher still
off on a high country caravan
singing the old songs again
seeking the silver-shaking aspen.
West of Lampasas
for T.J. Poole
I sought the crumbled limestone crown
of this middling hill with no reason
beyond it being taller than its mate
across the way, when a path—glimpsed
through scrub oak and cedar—lured me
toward some imagined sunny height
even as the gulley-riven slope pulled
my steps toward the arroyo that runs,
when it runs, off toward Little School Creek.
But then a lane emerged beyond a fall
of storm-wasted cedar, rounded
the hill then cut straight
across the tangled landscape
—a private road, not the county’s—
recently strewn with crushed marble
almost too white to walk on.
Further on, aging elms
embowered the narrow lane
barely wider than a wagon path
but lacking ruts or other marks
of human passage, I could not
but wonder who had renewed
with glistening stone
a path so antique, older
than the present generation,
older than our grandfathers,
and so, though it was not my labor
I made it my path for the day
until the alley opened out
onto an empty meadow.
Birthplace? Deathplace?
Homeplace? No carved stone,
no threshold or hearth,
no rude cross gave a hint.
Only the path told how
this land had been loved.
Another Visitation
Everyone who hears these words of mine
and puts them into practice is like a wise man
who built his house on the rock.
—Jesus, Matthew 7: 24
Put it on stilts.
—Ms. 21st Century
Old Joaquin’s seen the future.
She came to him last night,
one shoulder bare, hair affright,
sandy-sandaled and ocean-eyed.
He says he came back to tell us all.
I shall tell you all,
he said,
completamente formal,
next morning at the Taquería del Sol.
He couldn’t get over how the graceful
young century’s eyes brimmed
con nuestros dolores, tiempos, y las mareas—
tides that will not wait, cannot wait
to drown the barrier islands
and creep across the coastal plains
bringing the breakers