PLUPERFECT

PLUPERFECT

A Poem by Vol

Out here in the woods,
my home rests on the hill
where we cut a shelf to make
room for a patio, the house
and ten feet of front yard.
Saturday drizzled in from the
west, and I felt the need for trees
over my head, slid the glass door
open, looked down, and thought,
“I better put something on.”
I headed into the cool and
up the incline in my robe and
slippers, hands out to grab at
saplings and low limbs to
pull myself along.
Everything I ever did had the
same purpose, to just pull
myself along, another step up,
two to the side, find my balance,
breathe, and stop.
Listen, do you hear
the way the wind makes the
leaves simmer soft and easy
under such a smooth caress?
Ah, and the moan when that
Poplar rubs hard along the
trunk of the Siamese Pine
who shares his roots…
Titmice, Sparrows and Chickadees
tickle the air, while an old crone Owl
watches from one of the only two
Persimmons I own. It’s the same tree
where some damn Red Tailed hawk
swooped in last May, and took a pullet
I’d just bought from right under my nose.
Feathers rained and caught dapples of sun
on their way to lie with the rest of the detritus.
I still have a brown one stuck in my hatband.
The air is laden with pebbles of petrichor,
the sounds of life from over Sugar Ridge,
and around a hill or two, bring a distant
dissonance, but I pay it no mind.
I hang my legs over an exposed root
at the top of a slate shelf and the wet
has begun to seep through to my
bare skin; it is cold like a swallow
of iced tea in the summer; I shiver.
I wish it were possible to do this
by design, to decide and make
it happen at will, on my terms,
to know before I leave, that I waited
at exactly the right place, and for
exactly this pluperfect time.

© 2023 Vol


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You are beginning to remind me of McMurtry's Duane Moore in Duane's Depressed and The Last Picture Show and Texasville, he being one of my all time favorite writers. Sounds like your neck of the woods isn't far from his. Maybe you know Jaycee?
Nice trip through nostalgia for me.

Winston

Posted 1 Year Ago


You live in a very interesting place. I enjoyed the walk and all the myriad of sights and sounds your words brought to me. We are passing only so very briefly through these magic filled woods and so its only right to want to be able to take in all of it that we can before darkness closes in.

Posted 1 Year Ago



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Vol
Vol

Gouge Eye, TX



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My name is Vol Lindsey. I live in Gouge Eye, Texas, a tiny ghost town on Rt. 66. I am a retired creative writing, English literature teacher. I have been writing poetry and reading publicly since 196.. more..

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