An Autumnal Song-cycle,
Driving to Work in the Fall.
1. DUI of Fall
I need a bumper sticker like this:
I BRAKE FOR
They are gold and glory right now
and this day is like an HD photo
with colors all yellow and blue and brown
and intoxicating and overpowering,
There's one tree in particular, a Moses tree.
(It's face shines, and I can not look upon it.)
I slow, wish for sunglasses, narrowly miss an oncoming car.
Perhaps for the good of humanity
I should voluntarily suspend my license from
2. Overall Musings
Strange things are happening.
Fall is in the air.
Today, driving past houses
on my way to work,
I carefully squeezed my vehicle
past a garbage truck
on its morning rounds.
The man picked up the garbage can
as I drove past and I noticed that
his overalls were a rich orange hue,
exactly the color of an astronauts.
He must work two jobs, I thought.
and an astronaut
"Ah," I mused,
"Here at last is the answer
to one of the great mysteries of the world.
The question is:
what garbage guys do at night
when there are no trashcans
set out along the road to collect.
The answer is, of course:
collecting space junk."
3. Mist o' Mornings
I drive to work in the
heavy mist of an autumn
morning. That's a perk
to living by a river, I realize,
because river mist makes
things look mysteriously
Presently, it's transforming the
remnants of the stone settler house,
ruins of an ancient castle,
not only built, but conquered and crumbled
eons ago on a distant Scottish moor.
I drive to work and
watch the leaves
drift down to land
on the pavement
only to be whirled
into the air again
by a passing vehicle's
tires. There's something
mesmerizing in their descent.
reminiscent of a sad love song
or a faded photo album
in a forgotten attic.
I feel like I am the leaves, falling.
letting myself be borne
on the winds of change.
Or maybe I am the tree
and pieces of my heart are
being left behind,
sifting away across
the yard, to look
like some kind of fall dandelion
in the grass,
while I stay here,
becoming more bare
and brown with
each gust of growth.
and a new spring
with new places
and new pieces
and more leaves.
I was attacked by a herd of wild leaves today.
They blew down over the bank
and charged my tires
shouting in their whispery voices revenge!
for their fallen comrades.
I'm not sure the fact of their own fall has sunk in yet.
6. All Glory to God...
Every tree I passed today was all gold and glory.
Makes it easy for me to remember that
SOLI DEO GLORIA.
7. Penguins and Stop Signs
I waved to the penguins
They're looking happier with
every passing day that
They waved gaily back,
from their station on the
their summer job of holding
up a yardsale poster
The pale blue background of the
duct tape only accents their
red pom pom hats.
What if all stop signs
hosted colonies of penguins?
8. This Happens Frequently
Driving to work, I blink,
gasp, half-close my eyes,
drink in the color, sigh,
drift across the center line.
Drat. Looked into a tree
too deeply. Maybe I
should wear sunglasses,
or let someone else drive.
I think autumn is endangering
9. Don't Take This Too Seriously, But...
Driving to work, I finger my cellphone,
consider dialing the fire company
to inform them that the
sumacs on Rt. 459
10. Farms Afire
Driving to work,
I watch the fog rolling off
the hayfield, up into the corn,
swallowing the dry autumnal husks in
billowing waves of flame.
I wonder how much stubble will be
left after the fog burns off.
11. Nature's Cathedral
Driving up the ravine, I lean forward,
wrapping my arms around the wheel,
to see the roof of this place better.
This is my daily cathedral moment,
when I observe a moment of silence,
turning off the radio or whatever noise is in the vehicle
without actually killing the engine.
It's better than a morning coffee.
The tall oaks stretch over the road,
strong arched rafters holding up
the sky. The stained glass windows
of beech and young maples glow
regardless of whether the sun's shining,
and the alcoves of pines purple the wall tapestries
with their perfectly textured bark,
providing hints of that
shadowy coolness called peace
so everpresent in cathedrals.
I may or may not be biased,
but this Creator cathedral is better than
anything Europe can produce.