Back in BR; have a poem ("Jackson, Mississippi, with its obelisk aloft")

[yrmencyn]

One of these days I'll write a real entry, but for now I'll just say that the wedding was lovely, the drive back uneventful, and now I'm here back in BR.

Here's a poem I wrote en route back.  I should note that as I wrote it, the last info I had on TS Chris, from Thursday afternoon, was that it was scheduled to become a hurricane and be at the entrance to the Gulf this afternoon, instead of petering out into a low-pressure area just off of Cuba.

Jackson, Mississippi, with its obelisk aloft

Rising unexpected from
behind the line of kudzu'd pine,
it rockets up,
mosaic,
its blocks in variegated gray

Like a pointer to the sky,
denoting
the light swirls of
clouds and contrails
spindling white
against the blue

Why denote the spindle clouds?
They are spooling, they are spooling.

They are winding up
like crossbow winches,
waiting to receive their bolts
from the hurricane quiescent
in the Gulf.

Comments

[queen-phoenix.livejournal.com]

Excellent poem but lets hope it doesn't come true this year.