Elegy Where Small Towns Are Obscured by Mountains
I get news of an old friend’s suicide
while I’m on the highway, in the middle
of moving from one state to another. Questions
race by like cars in the other direction: God,
and Why? and When? and How? and then,
more difficult, one that won’t become words,
like a door where the hinge jams, like a silhouette
that won’t step into the light, and abruptly
I remember my dad—decades ago—wrestling
a riverbank with a fishing pole, how he struggled
with a shadow that thrashed beneath the surface
and he could never wrench it closer. The hooked
mouth chose to remain submerged and violent
below the reeds and river moss. Whatever
question I can’t ask now, is like that,
but I suspect it wants to know how the world
is different today, even though it’s just one person smaller
and everything looks the same. Look at the rush
of cornfields. Look at the exit signs on sheets of steel.
Watch the cities as they shrink behind us.
I had not spoken to my friend in years.
There are reasons for that, but they seem small
when the Blue Ridge Mountains surge before you.
Then, you’re among those peaks. Nothing but
trees, ridges and valleys so vast and ancient,
you suppose—if you could climb down inside one—
you’d locate the origins of the Earth. Eden. Actually,
there are clusters of homes. Diners that close
at dusk. Gas stations with one pump. I hope
the afterlife is like one country road
after another, unseen from the highway,
and each passing through small towns the way
autumn passes through the wind chimes slung
above the front porches out here.
Look at the peeling paint, the stoic
railings, and the wood warped by rain.
There are all kinds of stories eaten by history
and silence and neglect. Above the door of a house
in the distance, something stirs the chimes, and reminds
someone inside that where there is wind: a song,
however faint. A man hears it, and passes
through a screen door into a night of fireflies.
He looks around as if called by a voice.
The wind has passed. The chimes are quiet.
“Elegy Where Small Towns Are Obscured by Mountains” first appeared in Gulf Coast, Vol. 27 Issue 1.