Safe House Stream Entry


Pahn is with     
     the kind      
          older woman

preparing         
                his life
         for the meeting
with the other
older woman
who is
            exacting
                               with authority
at the Department
                     of Motor Vehicles

He plays in and out
            of the yard
                           neat
                      and green
under a cloudy sky
with paved walks
and friendly neighbors


Coming inside
        for instruction
               and encouragement

She tells him
it is time

and he goes
          into the garage
                  where his sister
                             has parked the car
                  gray
                   and curved
                   deep
                                   in the courses of autos

He is thinking
    it is a Ford from the fifties
                                   a plain four-door


but then he thinks
 it must be more recent—
a fifty-nine
because
he was born that year
or a sixty-four
because
by then he was old enough
to remember

For a moment
it is just one wheel
a motorcycle
wouldn’t that make it a unicycle?
then he finds the rest of the car

            He climbs in
    sitting small  
          on the gray leather bench
in the low light
    seeing how clean
and empty it is
    old
but in excellent condition
He lies hidden awhile…

…In the house again
the older woman advises him
         to bring in the seats

through the kitchen
without sign
of food
     or hunger

The dining room stools
stacked
as if unused

      He finds the chairs
bringing them   
just inside the family room
to sit                

Now they seem small
                         for him
      but softer

This is
an older person’s house
with a child in it
a place where he belongs
                                 but feels like a visitor
almost
as if
she is his guardian
but not his mother

He goes          
out the kitchen door
into the dark
forest
            of Sequoia
            sempervirens
in the quiet
            of the canyon
a river
into the kitchen

He doesn’t know
if he is inside
                    or out

Forgetting the Ford
he looks          
             into the dapple
      walking up 
the creek         
    along the path
        of the rangers
                                                         a respected member
                                          of woodland society

seeing
           a hollow
                         redwood snag
                                 char and moss
                  rising
                 from the stream
                        of gravel
                                     and ripples

open
on the near side
with rivulets             
   running out                                 

                            it seems like a home
           
the back wall   
of the tree        
   a fireplace    
turning
                        into a water fall                                                   
                                              an island
of fern
and   stone
 in  the stream
surrounded
by  the circle
of  wood
in  the middle
of  the  creek
as          if
he is walking
into a vulval
shrine




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Some of these poems originally appeared in the following publications

Avocet
Dream International Quarterly
mojo risin'
The Muse Apprentice Guild (The MAG)
Transfer

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