H
e a r t S o n s & H e a r t D a u g h t e r s of A l l e n G i n s
b e r g
N
a p a l m H e a l t h S p a : R e p o r t 2 0 1 4 : A r c h i
v e s E d i t i o n
KATIE YATES
and
wondering
says
no, as things are ambling along, should they, should he, get a dog, I should,
find a
way
to survive in San Bernardino, far enough away from Los Angeles to be in another
state,
to be in Nevada or West Africa, even, which is why I moved here. too, it is simple,
nothing
ostentatious, at all, my neighbors are just living, and I'm doing more of the
same
but
writing as well as working and dealing with the garbage, a few cacti up on the
wall
under
the prayer flags. 39 years old, I wonder what and how I got here, am I loved or
am
I
mistaken though it all clears up with the rain or the sun emerging, tranquil,
the cities,
the
real cities in my mind are far, far away & this one is perfumed this
evening with
southern
california winter and mud, poppies which came up
after the sun came out, the
sun
that lives here like a royal beast, a brocade, a memory bringing us all
together, to
wonder.
[Originally
published in NHS 2005, http://www.poetspath.com/napalm/nhs05/katie_yates.html.]