Ever since I first noticed “my blood
setting out on its long journey beyond the skin”
I have been pondering that line.
I wrote it, sure, but
What the hell does it mean, you know?
Must be part of the dark speech of silence,
But it’s here, and so are we.
So I keep rephrasing the question
Hoping the answer might somehow change,
Or at least that, you know,
It might make sense
The line in quotes is from a poem called “Buffalo Yoga.” ‘Nuff said. Some other lines are also from that poem, or from some other poems by Charles Wright. A few of those are also quoted in a book called “Understanding Charles Wright” which, obviously, I have not read. Other lines I made up.
The image is a collage of Jim Marshall’s iconic photo of Johnny Cash from his 1969 gig at San Quentin State Prison, and Holly Wright’s photograph of poet (now laureate) Charles Wright.