By Jake Adam York
—To Sun Ra, from Earth
You are not here,
you are not here
in Birmingham,
where they keep your name,
not in Elmwood's famous plots
or the monuments
of bronze or steel or the strew
of change in the fountain
where the firehoses sprayed.
In the furnaces,
in the interchange sprawl
that covers Tuxedo Junction,
in the shopping malls, I think,
they've forgotten you,
the broadcast towers, the barbecues,
the statue of the Roman god,
spiculum blotting out
part of the stars.
To get it dark enough,
I have to fold back
into the hills, into the trees
where my parents
planted me, where the TV
barely reaches and I drift
with my hand on the dial
of my father's radio,
spinning, too, the tall antenna
he raised above the pines.
I have to stand at the base
of the galvanized
pole I can use as an azimuth
and plot you in.
The hunter's belt is slung again,
and you are there
in the pulse, in the light of
Alnitak, Alnilam, Mintaka,
all your different names,
you are there
in all the rearrangements
of the stars.
Come down now,
come down again,
like the late fall light
into the mounds along the creek,
light that soaks like a flood
to show the Cherokee sitting upright
underground, light
like the fire they imply.
Come down now
into the crease the freight train
hits like a piano's hammer
and make the granite hum
beneath.
Come down now
as my hand slips from the dial,
tired again of looking
for the sound of another way
to say everything.
Come down now with your diction
and your dictionary.
Come down, Uncle, come down
and help me rise.
I have forgot my wings.
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Wednesday was another work and chore day. I watched this week's Voyager episode, the odious "Day of Honor" (yes, I know Paris/Torres fans love it, but frankly it encapsulates everything I don't like about their relationship and it's also horribly written). Paul and I got haircuts while Maddy was shopping, then we all went to Giant and CVS.
Paul, Cheryl, and I continued our Gene Wilder marathon with Young Frankenstein, which I hadn't seen in years -- it's not my favorite Mel Brooks movie but it's probably my favorite Wilder performance in one and one of my favorite Teri Garr roles, too. From the Salisbury Zoo, some animals we saw when we stopped for lunch on the way home from the beach:
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