Deadstream Swamp–Non Drama




Michigan
Aug. ‘73

“Luck be my lady,” I think is how Frank Sinatra sang it, but I didn’t
want any part of it. Maybe I was sick or even psychotic; it was all
possible I guess. I had absolutely no reason to feel bad, but I
did feel bad. I wanted all composition out of my life. I was in the
process of being undone. I didn’t want luck. I wanted meaning. And I
wouldn’t be happy until I found it.

When we reached Sault Saint Marie it was dark and rainy. John wanted
me to stay until we reached Toronto, at which time I could hitchhike
home in the morning. I thought about it, but only for a moment. After
riding in a packed car for three days, I was ready for a change. Once
I made it over to the American side of the Sault, I found a car that
looked abandoned, so I crashed in the back seat. It rained the whole
night.

The next morning I headed out early. I was full of mixed emotions.
Not knowing how to practice my “wanting to be undone philosophy” made me
especially anxious. I was anxious about going home too. After living
out doors for so long, I felt claustrophobic when I thought about
the four walls of home. When I got out of the car at the Houghton Lake exit,
instead of going home, I hitched in the opposite direction. When I got
to Reedsburg Damn, I hiked back into the Deadstream Swamp (the place
where I felt most at home) and set up camp. The “drama of a
homecoming” was just too much for me to deal with. I decided to camp
in the swamp until I got things sorted out– until I felt I could deal
with reuniting with family and friends.

Design

Sunshine overflow
on timbers womb
grace my sight
in waves of light
that rise above my tomb.

Idle Talk

Consider this,
consider that,
and all we’ve
lost is what we’ve
got, leaving
the humbled flight
of empty thought.

Unresolved

When men and brew
begin anew,
and dames and love
are made to rhyme,
then all too soon
the drunk will sigh,
excuse this night
I have no lies.

Steady

Great is my yearning,
be it new, be it old,
be it whole, be it bold,
yet, until yesterday,
today, tomorrow,
heaven and earth,
you and me.

And The Wren Chirps

Campfire coffee,
toast,
and eggs;
wind in the trees,
sun in my face,
lazy day backwaters
made ripe
by yesterday’s rain.

Hello Good-by

Fall you be, oh
southwest wind
to blow and make
the storm away;
I welcome you
again this day,
but please, your leave
my camp to stay.

Sitting by the Stream

Like the soft breeze
that gently pats
my cheek and hair,
like the meandering brook
that ripples away
so near,
like the sand piles
streaked and winding
about my feet,
I sit happily
absorbing change.

Now it’s time to go home.

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About bwinwnbwi

About me: Marvin Gaye’s song, "What’s Going On" was playing on the jukebox when I went up to the counter and bought another cup of coffee. When I got back, the painting on the wall next to where I was sitting jumped out at me, the same way it had done many times before. On it was written a diatribe on creativity. It was the quote at the bottom, though, that brought me back to this seat time after time. The quote had to do with infinity; it went something like this: Think of yourself as being in that place where infinity comes together in a point; where the infinite past and the infinite future meet, where you are at right now. The quote was attributed to Hermann Hesse, but I didn’t remember reading it in any of the books that I had read by him, so I went out and bought Hesse’s last novel, Magister Ludi. I haven’t found the quote yet, but I haven't tired of looking for it either.
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3 Responses to Deadstream Swamp–Non Drama

  1. eof737 says:

    I liked the title too… 🙂

  2. starbear says:

    Still wondering about you… this is where you’ve been, am enjoying your journey sharing. As I read about NYC through your eyes on the past, reminds me of my son living there now. These poems from Michigan ’73 are lovely.
    Thank you for visiting and liking my blurbs… have you found the poems entangled in the other? LOL!

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