Saturday, February 3, 2018

Vagabond Poet Redux: Earthblog Mojo



Once upon a time there was a vagabond poet who dropped off the face of the Earthblog. The world was flat, or felt that way.

At long last I am clawing my way out of invisibility as I compose this first post in this new incarnation, Vagabond Poet Redux. I’m writing it on a new laptop for a truly fresh start. And I am returned from the abyss of loss since my beloved husband and vagabond partner, Roger, who died last July after three years of decline into dementia. I had to put this blog on hold. Until tonight.

The year has turned a corner again, and we’re well into the second (!) month of 2018, the first year in which on no day will Roger be alive with me to share in it. It’s enough to give me syntax issues. An entire year without him in my life, the first of….  And the first Valentine’s Day without my sweetheart. It is to sigh.

Despite his frailties, Roger was able to muster his plucky self for two final travel adventures—to Cuba for 12 days over the 2015-2016 New Year’s holidays…and in September 2016 for a two-week voyage along the spectacular Norwegian coast, over the top to the Russian border and back to Bryggen. You can follow us through and around Cuba in the photobook I created at: https://karlasphotobooks.shutterfly.com/. Meanwhile, enjoy this:

The Bee Hummingbird


The smallest bird on Earth
has no story of La Revolución;

the smallest bird on Earth
never eyed elites become exiles.

The smallest bird on Earth
zipped past things Soviet

(tanks, missiles, construction vehicles),
ignored Fidel’s orations, Che’s fiery wit,

and Camillo’s hot blood— spilled;
nor did the smallest bird

protest egregious U.S. embargos,
Nike missiles aimed at Havana.

And when Russia vamoosed
the smallest bird on this Earth

lost none of its milligram weight,
much less 20% as did the country’s

populace post-U.S.S.R., abandoned
during the Special-Period famine of food and fuel.

Throughout modern Cuban history,
the smallest bird on Earth

sipped bougainvillea and poinciana
in the Guanahacabibes jungle,

mated, fed, bred, and hummed
its smallest endemic songs

that to this day tell the story
of Cuba’s sweet-nectared survival.

(Appeared in the FootHills publishing anthology, Birdsong: Poems in Celebration of Birds)

Alas, in Roger’s last several months, I didn’t have time to design a photobook for our Norwegian odyssey. Now I’m not sure I have the heart to revisit those pictures. I can, however, give you this glimpse through a poem and a classic “K+R” photograph, taken in Bryggen.


After the Tour


The cathedrals of Norway
leap and soar to the sky
ornate spires, gleaming spires,
of stone, of steel,
Medieval and modern,

stained glass windows
of glittering geometric mosaics;
Jesus and Mary
of such meticulous beauty
and attention to light

at every turn
sculptures finely carved
gargoyles and angels,
St, Olaf in lieu of Thor—

of interest for their art and architecture
of interest for their history
and illuminated Christian mythologies
of supplanting the pantheon of the Norse;
of similar interest: the ruination of the runes,
of merely intellectual interest to me
among the cathedrals of Norway. 

But— and I have a witness—
I lit a candle
in Tromsø,
I lit a candle in Trondheim.
That’s the light that matters.


                   ~ for Iris Heichel, who with her husband Gary,
witnessed this poem


(Appeared in Miriam’s Well: Poetry, Land Art, and Beyond, November 2016)



Off to See the World
          I’m off to see the world, there’s such a lot of world to see 
On his death bed in our living room in Brockport, Roger listened to a poem I read him, one I’d just written about a kayaking expedition we’d taken on the Inside Passage off the coast of British Columbia. He was able to grasp the essence of it as was evidenced by his grip on my arm and his response afterwards: I want you to keep traveling, he said in a low, ragged voice. Promise.
          I’m keeping that promise.

Mark your calendars and watch this space for more details re:

Late July: Hola, New Mexico
For the first time in four years (and since Roger died), I’ll be returning to the Land of Enchantment for eight days, with several spent in Taos where I’ll be giving a reading at SOMOS, the town’s literary center. If you’re in the area on July 25 please drop in. I’ll also be seeing poet friends in Santa Fe for a two-day stay with a final overnight in Albuquerque where I’m planning to meet up with two more poets.  I have ashes to be scattered.
Late August: Ahoy, Alaska, and the Haida Gwaii of British Columbia
          A fifth time back to Alaska!  Yeppers. But this Lindblad Expedition will take me to Sitka, where I’ve never been and where my father served for a spell in WWII. We’ll also touch the Haida Gwaii, remote islands in the Queen Charlotte Islands archipelago and are home to centuries-old totem-pole stands. The nifty part is I’ll be traveling with a couple Roger and I met on our Lindblad voyage in Scotland in 2014. Diane and Steve will be delightful companions for this first cruise sans Roger.  I have more ashes to be scattered.
          Here’s a poem from an earlier Alaskan vagabond adventure:

Viewfinding


For one moment
the universe collapses

into a frame of black
on white, a minyan

of ravens against Yukon
mountain icefields bleached

a paler shade of pale.
The birds are near;

the high peaks far.
I touch them both.

Feather & stone
sealed glacier deep

become my body:
corvid warm,

granite solid.
I fly, I stand still,

even in near-Solstice
sun above the 60th

parallel. I travel
great distances, but

I remain with you
in the old photograph

taken by my inner eye.
As a flash I am there,

I am here.
Follow me.


Appeared in Cirque, Winter 2015-16; displayed in a Cirque open-air exhibit in Soldatna, AK, summer 2017.

January 2010: Off to See the World
          In January 2019 I will be voyaging on the Queen Mary 2 for a Cunard World Cruise of 108 days.  You’ll hear more in posts to come.  Yes, I have more and more ashes to be scattered.


~~~ 

If you’d like to read more poetry, here are a few links to a variety of publications…a variety of poems:






















1 comment:

Dave said...

GIVE AND TAKE
"I’m writing it on a new laptop for a truly fresh start." That's the ticket. Sounds like you are also picking up some new publishers. For my new writing project I have a new to me office (shared with the shipping department of Tiger Bark Press), a new tablet, and probably more domains and such than I need. Then there is the book buying binge on the principle that if you are going to write about a book you might at well read it and if you have to read a book you might as well own it so you can read in the comfort of your own home, office or wherever, taking as long as you like, all the while defacing and damaging as much has happens by design, by chance, or by grace.