The Common Air: A Book of Poetry
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The Common Air - Barbara Longstreth Mulkey
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For Louis
THE COMMON AIR
THE COMMON AIR
I breathe the common air that bathes the globe,
that air Walt Whitman breathed when penning those
and other words that came to be the strobe
of light for generations in the throes
of selfish, indulgent gentility.
The lawn I walk upon grows from the seeds
of grass that ancient peoples saved for me.
The thoughts I think that detail all my needs
are the same thoughts that brought the captured slaves
and bought and sold them — indeed, the same thoughts
the enslaved had — of freedom and of graves —
heights and depths of emotional onslaughts.
When late, I will be buried under sky
beneath which kings and criminals both lie.
DOWN THE ROAD
We took a ride to Lake DeGray
on a hot and humid yesterday.
For just a while we drove beside
a car with three adults inside,
heading somewhere down the road.
In front a couple, middle-aged
were talking, laughing, self-engaged.
In back there sat a man alone —
an old, old man whose cares were shown
in eyes which stared off down the road.
I felt his separation there
and knew that sometime and somewhere
I’d probably be in his shoes —
an aged, third wheel whose life intrudes
on others traveling down the road.
For we may find our lives outlive
our usefulness — that we can’t give
but only take — do what we’re told.
Our only sin that we grew old
and did not die back down the road.
A LIGHT IS A LIGHT
Candle light is said to be romantic
on table set for special rendezvous.
But candles leave me feeling apathetic,
and fixing meals is something I eschew.
I lay no claim to kitchen artistry,
and lovely table decorating scheme
is not within my range of talentry,
and candles are superfluous, I deem.
I’d gladly treat my love to restaurant
like P. F. Chang or Macaroni Grill,
or Olive Garden — any he might want,
and never flinch at picking up the bill.
But I confess if all else fails, I might
resort to take out
eaten by flashlight.
KING COTTON
I’m hoein’ in high cotton,
Granddad said,
when time to harvest crops came round each year,
for with hard work he was high-spirited.
Though slight of stature, he still had no fear
in care of cattle herd and cotton stand.
He lived through flood and drought and such travails,
but nature never challenged his command.
He loved to hear the evening nightingales,
the katydid, the tree frog, and the thrush.
He marveled at the heaven’s starry night,
but nothing topped his pride in fields all lush
with cotton’s cover of a snowy white.
He loved his country home where woods abound,
where pastureland was green and livening,
where fields were made of rich and fertile ground,
where cotton reigned as one and only king.
He’s long gone now — the fields he worked are bare.
I long to see those crops when I drive by
and cattle grazing in the pastures there.
Oh, how I wish my wish might modify
things as they are to how they used to be.
My granddad would be there to say again,
I’m hoein’ in high cotton.
And I’d see
his fields of cotton as they were back then.
WILDFEST
The wildest wildlife
found in Arkansas
is the ferocious razorback —
a scary-looking
boar hog usually
seen in the Ozarks,
often on the campus
of the university
in Fayetteville.
The razorbacks
native to Arkansas
are red and white.
They run in packs —
are afraid of nothing,
love a good fight,
and on Saturdays
in the fall may be seen
stomping and pawing
at the starting line
of a pitched battle
on a measured field
as a crowd roars,
"Whoo pig sooie!
Razorbacks!"
PLEASE, LOVE
"Please, Love, give me another chance.
When I was young I thought that age
was something Time could just enhance.
I didn’t need your tutelage.
But now I’m feeling Time’s umbrage.
Please, Love, give me another chance.
My hope is that you will assuage
this longing for deliverance.
I’ve trusted Time to just enhance
my selfish wish to disengage.
Please, Love, give me another chance.
I’m seeking now your patronage.
I thought ‘career’ was all the rage —
ignored the calling of romance.
So now I’m caught in self-made cage.
Please, Love, give me another chance."
A BLONDE
At thirteen I decided I’d remain
a blonde as long as ever I should live.
I purchased L’Oreal Light Ash
to gain
a head start on the darkenings that give
my center part a troubling brownish
hue —
that streak which lets me know it’s over time
for touchup
which I’ve let go well past due.
This never was a problem in my prime,
for I believed blondes have more fun
was real,
and as a blonde I’d live a life