From the book Interplay: Finding the Keys to Creativity
“You don’t have to understand everything you see.
Look for something you can relate to. It’s just taking you on a journey to
places you haven’t been before. That’s
the important part.”
--Margaret Wingrove, choreographer
The Train to Unattainia
I
inhabit the space inside the wall
after
the flip of the switch but before
the
dark of the bulb
I
am a ruthless cowboy semicolon
forever
inserting myself into conversations
riding
the hum of the intermission
crowd
like a sailor, tying silk scarves around
their
slow-nodding heads and
running
the
rise of the curtain my only ticket in.
The
only breath I take (breathe)
comes
on the twentieth mile (breathe)
of
a thousand-mile drive
when
I know that turning around is no longer an option
sunshine
blowing through the vents like
powdered
sugar
I
go to the land where nothing can be had
running
down a long hard ribbon of willful disconnect
a
palpable lack of direction.
The
needle winds its way in and out of the continental fabric
pulling
me along to Cheyenne, Wyoming
where
my siren, Improvisia
stands
upright on a green sidewalk
In
one hand she holds a book of songs
in
the other a bucket of blue paint
dips
the one in the other till the
color
bleeds out the notes
She
hands it to me with an Andalusian smile and says
Here,
it’s the one you asked for
Open
it up and
sing,
baby, sing
First
published in di-verse-city
Austin, TexasWinner, Second Prize, Austin International Poetry Festival Photo by MJV
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