All the Pieces We Scattered, Haphazard

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We’re shaken from sleep,

from the momentum of exhaustion’s steep grade.

The endless buses that pave the way,

finally halt to let us relieve

in fields of purple quiet

over the Peruvian desert.

East and West are forgotten signposts

hobbled in the salons of dusty depots

strewn amidst shabby cities of sand

barely able to stand against arid hillsides,

parched of water.

There is barely a breath,

or an oasis within the depth

of an immeasurable sea,

where the sun, balanced on ridgelines

would walk across a great expanse for me.

It’s inconceivable how a journey through this landscape

could culminate at Macchu Picchu

and its lush well of mist.

Where you can grace an ancient wall and gaze out

over the breadth of the Andes,

into the secret depth of rivers.

Always transitory,

life’s beginnings and endings

for worse or for better on paper

swirling together in vapor

lifting like a luminous breath

deep from within the mountain’s chest

to form along this rift an embrace,

what we built time will replace

with or without significance.

Yet to move through these portals with fortitude,

along passages and over tracks

where the speeding train attacks

the boredom and the repetition.

Another bus pulling out of a tiny plaza

towards that final position,

where the road finally falters

at four in the morning

and leaves what we’ll offer

upon Santa Maria and her broken alter.

All the pieces we scattered, haphazard

to form the forgotten places we’ll share

when looking back,
there was a harmony to the unknown,

though perilous when undefined,
it’s the only home we’ve ever known.

 

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2 thoughts on “All the Pieces We Scattered, Haphazard

  1. nicktakis2012 says:

    AWESOME DOM LIKED THE PART ABOUT THE UNKNOWN BRINGING HARMONY… FEEL THAT WITH DAD ON OUR TRIPS – WE’RE EXPERIENCING THE UNKNOWN , THE UNFAMILIAR , BUT SEEING THEM TOGETHER BRINGS A SHARING OF THIS EXPERIENCE… MACHU PICHU , MUST HAVE BEEN SUCH A GREAT SITE AFTER THE STRUGGLE OF GETTING THERE… GREAT VISIONS OF THE TRAIN, THE DUSTY ROAD LANDSCAPE, THE HOT HOT SUN.. GREAT POEM MOM

    Date: Sun, 28 Jul 2013 19:30:05 +0000 To: nicktakis@hotmail.com

  2. domtakis says:

    Macchu Picchu was definitely a culmination of a lot of things for me, a powerful place. Glad you enjoyed the poem!

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