98 West (or thereabouts)
By the time you get to Phoenix/I still won't have found the meriodonal/line where water gives way to dry
(Map courtesy of ScientificAmerican.com)
98 West (or thereabouts)
By the time you get to Phoenix
I still won't have found the meriodonal
line where water gives way to dry
A romantic would say 98 West
(or thereabouts) is where you stopped
weeping for the recent past
I say it's where some relation
of mine became a diviner.
There's water beneath our feet
so when you weep or seek
blessings in the Kansas
Or Arkansas as the case may be
remember the treasure biting
your toes and forget the sky
The sky will change its mind
and lie like a lover with eyes
for someone else (oceans of course)
If you are restless just ask
where do the cattle wallow
on their long trek without
Fodder or fallow. By the time
you reach Oklahoma City
you will know how the answer
While hardly pretty
is a foundation of this
country.
-Jeremy Nathan Marks
I love it all. Be it mountains or desert or forest or prairie. There is beauty in all of it.
This poem should be printed as the Intro for any future edition of Marc Reisner's fascinating book - "Cadillac Desert."
Best Wishes - Dave :)