A Poem from Dan Carpenter
April 15, 2010Bolting from the herd and TV captivity
I venture out from the Canyon Inn
past the couple feeding white bread
to nervous half-tame raccoons
Dan Carpenter is an Indianapolis native and a columnist for The Indianapolis Star. His poems have appeared in Poetry East, Southern Indiana Review, Tipton Poetry Journal, Illuminations and other journals. A collection of his poems, More Than I Could See, was published in 2009 by Restoration Press of Indianapolis.
McCormick’s Creek, Early April
Bolting from the herd and TV captivity
I venture out from the Canyon Inn
past the couple feeding white bread
to nervous half-tame raccoons
up the walkway to the parking lot
across the asphalt expanse and at last
into the black woods
which lighten to gray then silver
as my eyes adjust and the full moon burns
through a cotton dome of clouds
There is no peace awaiting
on this mulched path in bloodless early spring
Bare black branches claw toward the milky light
like ganglia in an old dream
a child’s black dream of retribution
I am not outside so much as under
buried by the world whose light-mask mocks me
I shiver though it’s warm for the season
I hasten as though wolves weren’t history
I fear this gray glowing shadowland
more than black brute nature
of no moon and no markings
and as I stand and taste the ageless air
I feel in this small terror a strange joy
feel it passing precious as desire
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