I remember that electric slow dance
As I do our trips together
Moments I remember that make us who we are:
Your anger when I left you while I explored Chichen-Itza
The mystic glowing lake we paddled on together that Puerto Rico night
All those airplanes landing in the midnight sky over Miami as we drove home from Key West
Looking up at the base and down from the cliff at Head-Smashed-In-Buffalo-Jump
Family, and the luxury resort at Saint Lucia
These are moments that make us who we are
Family dinners on holidays
My growing intelligence as I talk with you
The splash cymbal in the Blind Faith song our finger punctuates, listening to my iPod on the road
Sunday lunches out after I preach
Talk late at night
These are moments that make us what we are
Moments that Make Us Who We Are
19 Sep 2018 Leave a comment
in Blog Tags: dance, family, memories, moments, poetry, travel
An Olding Man in Key West
06 Jan 2016 1 Comment
in Blog Tags: hippies, Key West, memories, Nature, Wallace Stavens
I was a young man
Visiting Key West
When first I looked into
Stevens’ “THE IDEA OF ORDER IN KEY WEST.”
I didn’t understand a word of it.
But I was a young intellectual
Being an intellectual
In a place with a literary history
In Key West then, there were many young
Old hippies, tradesmen, college students
Partying
I came back an holding man
I re-read “THE IDEA OF ORDER IN KEY WEST”
Now I understand much
Most of it
And I am an holding man with
Intellectual inclinations
Coming back to Key West
Old memories barely triggered
But after a couple days
I remembered much
But in Key West now, there are families
A resort town
Tawdry tourist shops or high end
No local hand-crafts
I don’t see so much partying
But I am holding now,, and don’t party.
Though Stevens didn’t think much of Nature
In Key West now
There is the same lush vegetation
Palms, mangroves, tropical brush
And the blue-green sea is the same
The same
