Welcome to the fourth annual Brigid in Cyberspace Poetry Reading. Click the Triple Goddess for details and links...
Real Life - by Lucie Brock-Broido
Soon the electrical wires will grow heavy under the snow.
I am thinking of fire of the possibility of fire & then moving
Across America in a car with a powder blue dashboard,
Moving to country music & the heart
Is torn a little more because the song says the truth.
Because in the thirty-six things that can happen
To people, men & women, women & women,
Men & men, in all these things the soul is bound
To be broken somewhere along the line,
That clove-scented, air-colored wanderer blushing
With no memory, no inkling & then proceeds
In the sap green of the tropics,
Toward the cadmium of a bitter sunrise to a new age,
At the white impossible ice hour, starving,
Past the electric blue of the rivers melting down,
Above the nude, snuff, terra cotta, maybe fire,
Over the tiny fragile mound of finger bones
Of an Indian who died standing up,
Through the heliotrope of a song about the sunset,
To live the thirty-six things
& never comes home.