“The lyfe so short, the craft so long to lerne." –Chaucer
With Audio: Accepted into the Telepoem program
After 60 years of work, more or less,
I’ve decided to take a working vacation.
I’m booking a cruise and extended
train travels for the next 60 years
To go exploring along the coasts,
Poking my canoe up the inlets and rivers,
Probing the veins and wires and memories of
Some unfamiliar parts of me, and some
I’ve been missing for a while, to
See whether there’s anything
Worth saving, or maybe just toss it all out.
Three weeks from Los Angeles,
My brain as streaked and grimy as the old train platform.
But the journey left bright traces, surprising deposits
Of goodness and meaning. Sweet things. And regret.
You never know at the beginning what those will be,
Or which turns lead you to them.
These traces are always what remain.
They are the point of it all.
I wake up sometimes before the sun comes up.
A freight passing through town pulls two blasts on his horn.
I feel a restlessness stirring, and smile.
And then I drift to sleep, the bed rocking gently back and forth
Like it did that one dawn, the sun rising
Angry, dry and bright in New Mexico.
seeking sublime surrender
“The lyfe so short, the craft so long to lerne." --Chaucer
Verba volant, scripta manent !
In happiness my words I lack, in grief they overflow.
Audrey Dawn
Creative Nonfiction & Poetry
by Kelly L
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