Dusty Road Canto — a poem

Desert Run



I return to the earth that made me

— Ezra Pound, Canto XXVII


Dust again, dust again!  We cannot sweep
away the origins.  We cannot sweep away
the central truth of our existence — water
separates us from the soil; water juiced
with lightning.  We are liquid lightning
running from water to water, but dusted
with a deadline.  We run, we run! Dead
run to the bridge that is the race’s finish
line.  Lightning steps and no one wins;
no one loses — it’s a tie on the other side.


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So a couple of poets and I have gotten together and decided to whet our brains against the steel lines of Pound’s Cantos.  (Let’s see… that would make our heads stone, wouldn’t it?)  Interesting sparks flying.

2 thoughts on “Dusty Road Canto — a poem

  1. I’ve read this excellent poem about 5 times throughout the day, letting it roll around in my mind. The connections between water and lightning are stunning. Water juiced with lightning and we are liquid lightning – great lines. Then you turn lightning to a descriptor of our steps as we race toward… toward what? That great equalizer. Outstanding writing!


    • Thank you, Jill! Pound’s line led me to the question of what separates us from the dust from whence we came and the dust to which we are shot… as arrows. The answer I came up with is a shot of juice and a bucket of water… and we are off to the races. I’m glad you liked it!

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