THOUGHTS WHILE SITTING ALONG THE LOWER POTOMAC Wind and waves hold power here, resolute action is tidal. Fish and crabs know nothing about the left and right sides of aisles; partisanship exists only with regard to bait. Rivers and creeks are the corridors in which history is made; measured in bushels, and in the size … More Poems Left in Airports #6
We have arrived at Baltimore-Washington International Airport. Two poems remained for deposit, both pertaining in some way to region served by the airport. The fifth poem left is set in Washington and is the poem I wrote as an example for my population geography students for their creative population geography exercise. BATES AND THIRD, NORTHWEST … More Poems Left in Airports #5
Chicago O’Hare is where I left my fourth poem, as I was changing planes when traveling from San Francisco to Baltimore on the first day of National Poetry Month. The poem, “Thoughts While Sitting on the Beach, #2” had nothing to do with Chicago, other than that I wrote it in Michiana, MI, where we … More Poems Left in Airports #4
Today’s poem is the last left in the San Francisco airport as I was traveling back to Maryland on April 1. I read this poem, “Copacabana,” at the GeoSlam open mic reading at the American Association of Geographers meeting. It was published in Free State Review in Winter 2015. COPACABANA We shared an entryway. Or, … More Poems Left in Airports #3
MUSICA UNIVERSALIS And could it be that we are music emanating from the stars, harmonies formed from the immense monochord, sacred octaves in a cosmic chant, the universal hum, the celestial Om?
I mentioned in my previous post that, as a start to National Poetry Month, I left a trail of poems in airports as I traveled from San Francisco through Chicago to Baltimore. Over the next few days, I’ll post the poems left behind. The first is one I wrote last year as a response to … More Poems Left in Airports #1