Tuesday, August 19, 2014

Bruce Chatwin

Bruce Chatwin

Bruce Chatwin

The country he is hiking is unlike
any he or any man has walked before.
Flocks of mansion-size bluebirds
fill the sky and sing loving hymns.
The sun-burst, high-grass land
enjoys warm, clear-blue lakes.
He is singular in a verdant paradise
cheated out of some goof-happy
god without Hollywood back-story.
Bruce Chatwin comes upon
a rough stone bench under a maple,
sets down an old wood-frame rucksack,
pulls out a crimson Moleskine,
opens it, wonders what to use
for today's outlandish cosmic date.
Chatwin is alone with his walking...
his exploration of Time-After.

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