The beauty of things—the beauty of transhuman things
Without which we are lost.
– Robinson Jeffers (“Granddaughter”)
I claim the disheveled refuge of age
addled by magic devices beyond
the amalgamation of basic elements,
the dirt and water, the living foundation
from which we spring and are akin,
intriguing as a relative to trees that dance
and rocks that talk about the past,
solid and lasting. A balancing act:
my slow retreat just short of the attic
I am promised, mercifully sequestered
‘Someday Soon’ with Ian’s tune.
I want blaring sing-alongs to leave upon!
I’d be down that road in a cloud of smoke
For some land that I ain’t bought bought bought
– Guy Clark (“L.A. Freeways”)