Starting the Road Trip from CUA
It is good to start this way.
It is good to start this way.
Our destination calls us to the snow blasted fields,
A purple house next a grainless silo, a frozen pond.
At the CUA, a blending of ancient
and modern
has been built up, to the grandeur
of universal ideas.
A dip in the font: my head, belly, and shoulders.
A kneeler bends, the empty marble echoes its sound.
Tourists cyclopean,
Attending without being
Able gracefully to capture
The omnipresent, illusive mystery.
And yet they are here too.
Emmanuel, and do we know it?
Two in the afternoon at Kirk’s house
Looking at Google for our destination.
We are called to the snow blasted fields,
Next to a grain silo and a warm house,
With a wood burning stove to keep
The snowmen – those with a mind
Of winter – at bay.
It is good to start this way.
A purple house next a grainless silo, a frozen pond.
At the CUA, a blending of ancient
and modern
has been built up, to the grandeur
of universal ideas.
A dip in the font: my head, belly, and shoulders.
A kneeler bends, the empty marble echoes its sound.
Tourists cyclopean,
Attending without being
Able gracefully to capture
The omnipresent, illusive mystery.
And yet they are here too.
Emmanuel, and do we know it?
Two in the afternoon at Kirk’s house
Looking at Google for our destination.
We are called to the snow blasted fields,
Next to a grain silo and a warm house,
With a wood burning stove to keep
The snowmen – those with a mind
Of winter – at bay.
It is good to start this way.
12/30/08
