POEMS


Marysville and Yuba

Extracting reading material from my satchel,
soon came sleep,
and the chrome camel sauntered south on 99

A short thirteen minute nap later,
I was awoken by the wide sweeping turn of our coach transitioning onto the lazier southbound 70...
I could see America

Outside my window,
some hundred yards from the two lane highway,
I looked upon sagging porches
and splintering barns
of the small farmhouses that littered the landscape

Mostly weather-breached and tired,
these agricultural residences presided over much acreage,
fields upon which families have lived and prospered,
generation after generation

Dilapidated exteriors,
the dwellings looked well used,
I could not help but to wonder and contemplate,
the warmth that enveloped the family kitchen tables during meal time…
and gossipy chat during coffee and lemonade breaks

 

Harvest now well over,
many fruit stands open for business,
visions of pears, apricots and peaches
cooking in five gallon pots on Wedgewoods…
Kerr jars sitting on counters,
waiting to be filled,
sealed,
and put up,
I can smell the sweet aroma
      
Rubbing my eyes and awakening,
I feel as though my journey began years ago,
not hours
as I travel homebound to my Wife and Daughter,
leaving my Son behind, My Son, My Son
oh, I hope he won’t feel lonely and all alone,
My Son, our Firstborn