By Walt McDonald
A number of the elegance all of us desire A West Texas starscape, wonderful by way of any degree, is emblematic of Walt McDonald’s plains. A lifelong social gathering culminates during this, his best—and possibly last—collection of latest poems. At seventy, the poet affirms, we are living via the secret of grace whilst we watch ordinary stars blink out at sunrise. For he believes "God is familiar with we're dirt / and counts our steps." In "Leaving the center Years," he writes, "At our age, / on a daily basis is grace and each breath / a blessing. lifestyles is grass, stunningly short / yet ample in such a lot of ways." Walt writes approximately heroes—a mom who taught tumbling; friends and family long past to conflict; the courageous at domestic who heal or console; others who rescue from struggle zones as many little ones as they could. Heroes, too, are these whose constancy and pleasure locate faces in those poems. observing crows at sunrise in Montana, a husband thinks of his spouse inside of their mountain cabin: If Ursula unearths extra grey she’ll cross on buzzing, realizing it’s ok, our kids 3 thousand miles away yet high quality, once they known as final evening. She comes open air with espresso, final the door so softly even the crows don’t cease.
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Before port call and the long flight overseas, I spent last nights in a bedroll, as far from war as cattle in pastures of coyotes, calm in the dark by my campfire under the hottest stars there are. [ 20 ] Dawn Outside Saigon We heard swans lift off at dawn, flutter of wings after battle. Nights, we crouched in bunkers or cursed our luck and prayed, cracking knuckles like beads, sirens wailing in Asian skies Here there be rockets. So why not tons of sand above us, sandbags stacked on logs dragged out of jungles, like storm cellars dug for homes ten million miles away, not enough dirt in Asia to stop rockets launched in skies zigzagged by choppers’ shrill staccato fire and red lights flashing, whop-whopping fast, hunting for someone to kill.
My brother’s hand looks massive on Mama’s lap, around her fist. On his knees, he won’t let go, no matter how hard she jerks to keep the keys, how fiercely she hits and kicks. Sometimes the mind can’t answer why hands turned the wheel too late, tires bouncing into somebody’s house. It took a wrecker to free the car again, to haul it off. Five wrecks, each time the last, we decided, but next day she was rational, clear eyed and sorry, and one of us buckled and the alliance broke. Now, how to take keys from Mama’s fist and expect kisses?
I pause, claws springing open to defend whatever of me remains. After Saigon, I’m wary of ambush, nicked machete ready to hack bamboo away. The neighbors’ house cats hiss when I jog by, crouch and slither inside carports, behind cars. They’ve seen that look on cougars lolling by caves— I’ve never been one for mercy, so watch it. I might jack the widow’s tire to fix her flat, smoke peace pipes with bullies I beat up in school. I give myself away in please and thanks, no matter who snarls back. I hang on every word my wife or desperate neighbor says.
A Thousand Miles Of Stars by Walt McDonald