One Sky to the Next
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Witness/participant, "blasé as a boulevardier/ in the spring Paris air," Buckley couples a lyric poet's urgency with a storyteller's feral patience: "claptrap until my heart started doing double-takes-/ the bus driver with my retreating hairline, the mechanic/ with my beard and a little wound of ink or motor oil/ leaking from his breast pocket."
Christopher Buckley
Christopher Buckley is a novelist, essayist, humorist, critic, magazine editor, and memoirist. His books include Thank You for Smoking, The Judge Hunter, Make Russia Great Again, and The Relic Master. He worked as a merchant seaman and White House speechwriter. He was awarded the Thurber Prize for American Humor and the Washington Irving Medal for Literary Excellence.
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One Sky to the Next - Christopher Buckley
Early Study
I followed the currents in my texts
like a fish in the vast Bible of the sea,
made my best guesses week to week,
and loose and reckless in my bones,
took my chances between
the tides and the connective
tissue of clouds.
I raced around
like a halfwit with his hair on fire
until I rested beneath the coral trees
to think about where the past had gone.
But no matter how still I sat,
considering the possible outcomes
on earth, it all went speeding away
before me.
Even so, I kept the wild
tangerines and wind-tipped bamboo
in mind, the elaboration of jacarandas,
their bruise-colored blossoms amending
the air as I rode my bike down sun-brazed lanes
long after the Assyrians had descended
on the plains and the Chaldeans destroyed
the temple at Jerusalem.
I’d taken notes
in Religion and General Science class
which had me chasing after the disbanded
atoms of infinity, some starlit threads . . .
after significance as invisible as salt
on sea air, as wind in white caps off shore.
Now, it looks like that’s been my subject
all along, as improbable as song titles
in the ‘50s—Time on my hands, I’ve Got
the World on a String, All or Nothing at All—
but always a hidden meaning that
found me empty-handed, searching
for any sentiment in the subtext of light.
On Montecito Peak
Backs on fire, our futures hard-edged and sure to arrive.
—Charles Wright
There I was, at the edge
of the sky . . .
despite Zeno’s insistence
that I’d never make it to the top—
the arrow across the stadium, half
of half way, ad infinitum. . . .
So much for theory
in its Ionian gown,
its initial disguise.
3 hours to the peak,
legs burning, angst of clouds rumbling
in my lungs.
A crown of sweat on my forehead
lifting
like mist off the oaks,
until it was clear that whatever
The Meek inherit,
it would never be this sparkling coast,
those haciendas
fringed with lemon and jacaranda.
I knew the sophistry
of fractions,
the heart counting its way
out alongside clusters of ceanothus
blue as quasars
billions of years
beyond our immediate grief.
Overhead,
just the old company of clouds,
the respiration of the dead
above their bodies.
So much for the world,
I think they said.
*
I absorbed the long view,
the elemental extravagance of air
where we know ourselves
as well as the galaxies
pulsing in their bright nets
like so many nerve endings . . .
where we work out the arithmetic of stars,
the celestial chalk
marks of saints.
So much for detachment.
*
A wretched soul in a raincoat
living at the trailhead
in an abandoned truck,
huddled around his forbidden fire,
tipped a green bottle up