"You think you've got it all worked out"
You think you've got it all worked out
discovered how to put the grim to rest
the mortgage the family the job the Plan
the map's parting clouds baby it starts to rain
the hunter stops (supply how many minutes)
someplace in western Mongolia holding an eagle
after all it's the car radio you're listening to
someday you'll slow to an arm or a shoulder too
see the turn-off to the left (supply the miles)
there's a lookout ahead you think it best to stop
a big blue sky it's your breath and a little smoke
Central Asia understands you're another picture
I really like the way this poem describes space
ReplyDeletecreates an ominous feel too, in the way a lot of spatially inspired images start to feel oppressive in their expansiveness, especially so in the great lines, "there's a lookout ahead you think it best to stop/
ReplyDeletea big blue sky it's your breath and a little smoke"
Thanks you both. Time and space, I think, are 2 elements here. (Somewhere in the world there is a photograph of a grizzled old Mongolian hunter with his eagle on his arm, in the background the steppes stretch forever behind them, it is starting to rain, and he is gazing hard at the photographer...)
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