A poem from the flight to Jubilee

Nothing inspires me to write quite like flying.

Yesterday, the winds were so strong over Pittsburgh, my flight to Jubilee couldn’t land. We just circled and circled over the turbulence sliding around like the air was ice.

And conveniently, this means that I had plenty of time to work on poems that might work for the HighCallingBlogs.com random act of poetry started on Seedlings in Stone.

Here’s my attempt:

Drought on the Open Road

Once the herd was so thirsty
they ate the burn right off
the interstate shoulder, two bites
from asphalt and cars flying
75 miles to nowhere
heat paralyzed cows
don’t even look up.

On a sidenote, this morning I spoke with Sam Hazo for a glorious hour about poetry, faith, and work. We recorded the conversations, and I will do my best to post it for you sometime in viewable chunks. One poem in particular brought me to tears as he remembered it to us across the desk in his office at the International Poetry Forum.

Such moments of life almost justify the distance from home.

Tagged as: jubilee, poetry, sam hazo