LEAVING STARRY NIGHTS
It was in the mid 70s when I started out for Albuquerque – about 150 miles north. A high wind was blowing
and I actually drove through a brown out – sort of like a white out only sand, not snow. What I love about driving on an easy straight road is the opportunity to look out the windshield and compose haiku in my head:
So the trip:
all the way
back to the mountains
new kind of roadkill:
puffy with clouds – I’m
in a calendar
pink skin of the earth
at sunset – new born
attacked by a
those gusting winds
may be zero –
three lanes for zigzaging
around slow me
I finally arrived in Old Town and found the home of Jules Nyquist, a fellow poet who offered to put me up in
town so I could make my early a.m. flight. Jules’ home is adobe-like, three stories with little decks on
each level. What a beautiful home It was a pleasure to stay there.
Someone told me a story once about getting caught in a snowstorm and ending up waiting it out in a firehall. Her husband was a Mason and started talking to another Mason who invited them to stay at his house until the storm broke and the roads were cleared. Well, poets are like those Masons only with no secret handshake. We’re a club and find each other by snowstorm or sand storm.
Jules has a poetry workshop on food and all its ramifications and I got to sit in (and write a pretty bad
banana poem). It was great to participate and talk about sound and how that sound feels in your mouth
a sort of a food.
Couldn’t sleep because I knew I had to get up early and do this and that and drive the rental car across
town to return it. Car rental in New Mexico is pretty outrageous. I’m still simmering about the bill and
how BUDGET was a budget rental at all (more on that later).
BACK HOME IN BUFFALO
Took the plane from Albuquerque after a long day through two time zones via Chicago . On both sections of the flight I loaded in the C section and got to sit in the middle seat between two huge men. Fortunately
I was so tired I fell asleep.
I ended up in Buffalo where the temperature was ten degrees and my car wouldn’t start. Got home about
9 p.m. and the first thing I did (oh, forgive me my sins) was turn on the TV.
Farewell Starry Nights, farewell mineral springs spas, farewell, farewell.