Monday, April 28, 2008

Road Trip

Opuntia sp. Flower Buds

Road Trip

I want to take a road trip,
stop along the way and explore an old adobe house
with crumbling, eroding walls.
And after maybe 50 years of vacancy,
Hollyhocks still bloom near what was
once the front door.

Or maybe stop at a sunlit meadow,
much like one I saw 40 years ago
on the way back from Colorado.
I wanted to stop then, it was so beautiful,
But Arizona beckoned me home
And, being in a hurry, I didn’t stop.

Or, upon seeing a boulder outcropping,
climb up onto the smoothest one,
lie down and let the warmth of the rock
ease my aching back, eyes shielded from the sun.

Then stop at a roadside stand for some black cherry juice,
or maybe stop along the way at a country store
equipped with an old-fashioned fountain counter,
and splurge on a milkshake poured from a stainless cup
into a tall, tapered crystal fountain glass.

Or stop at a motel with vines growing on its walls;
the proprietors a friendly old couple
who treat the place like a Bed and Breakfast
by offering a lending library and homemade snacks.

Then, stop at a front yard cottage garden
beckoning beyond a white picket fence,
all layered and rocky and terraced
and full of color and scent,
beautiful and compelling in its wildness.

Visit a friend from my twenties, back
when we were young and gorgeous
and didn’t know it then, but know it now.
Oh, what we would have done
differently had we known. We joke about it,
but we both know we were what we were
and would not have done it differently.

And then, move on to a beach at Carmel-By-The-Sea,
soaking up the sun without worrying
about cancer and wrinkles and such.
Stay until sunset, then move on down the road
toward the full moon in the eastern sky.


Jean said...

Love your poem! As always I am amazed by your beautiful blooms! Come over tomorrow and share more photos on "Bloomin' Tuesday"!

Karen said...

I would lke to take that roadtrip too! Can I come along?

Adam Dilip Mutum said...

Thanks for your comments. Nice words to go with the picture. Are they lyrics of a song?

beckie said...

Lovely! I could see each stop in my mind's eye. Thank you for sharing your poem with us.

Pudgeduck said...

Cactus knoweldge, great photos and you write too?? How many gifts can one person possess? Sounds alot like my childhood, loved it!!!!!!!!!

Garden Wise Guy said...

Delightful bit of verse. Very refreshing to read and took me on a nice little mini-road trip of my own. And thanks for your comments on my rare botanical find.

You commented about how my mind works - I only share the small percentage that mortals can actually handle. It's a bizarre world in there and I have the good sense to keep it to myself. Probably early influences of Frank Zappa, John Lennon and the Three Stooges.

Dee/reddirtramblings said...

Did you write that dear girl? Can I come too? Lovely.~~Dee

Aunt Debbi/kurts mom said...

What a lovely poem. It did exactly what a poem should do, it took me to the places you described. Wonderful

kate smudges said...


That is just beautiful - what I needed to read tonight. You've a talent with words...

Peter said...

Nice flower buds, too

No Rain said...

Thanks for all the comments. I usually don't post my own verse, but I made an exception. I'm glad you enjoyed it.