Thursday, March 27, 2008

Writer's Island - Deja Vu

This past Saturday we drove to Arizona to visit a friend and see the Grand Canyon. I had not been to the Grand Canyon since 1972. Neither Don nor Krista had ever been. The road from California to Williams, AZ, following Interstate 40 was completely unchanged from the last time I had travelled that route in 1994 on a return trip from Missouri. It was a true moment of Deja Vu. But then Krista gazed out the window and said "I see green and brown all around..." and I realized that this was all NEW to her. So Kris - this poem to timeless I40 is for you.


Green, brown, sage, yellow bursting from the ground
Flora and fauna in deceptive numbers abound
Blues and whites drift languidly above
Hills and washes fold together, a series of sheltering coves

Mountains harsh, rough and bare
Yucca stands alert
Racing roadrunner and chasing hare
Startled movement, puffs of dirt

Satellite and cell towers
Communications soar
Mountains a far off lookout bower
Of past and present blending lore.


trailbee said...

This is so on the mark, and totally unforgettable, yet so very modern and now. Thanks, Anne.

Bimbimbie said...

Hi Annie, sounds like you all had a wonderful trip *!*

Tammy said...

Beautiful! Welcome home Annie, the poem was a lovely visual. XXOO

paris parfait said...

Lovely poem, Annie. xo