Memoirs: Mulholland to Museum

Mulholland Drive to the Museum

I am driving

on a cloudy day

around a curvy road

Barely missing the center line

Staring into fields of mustard seed

And valleys of cactus and sharp desert plants

And I see a fence sitting sideways

On a sandy-rock hill

It looks more like a net

But I don’t see what it’s catching.

And a spotted red white and brown hawk

is circling wide and alone

in the sky next to me over the gorge

It’s so awe-strong

it makes me want to cry.

And the peaks are craggy under

Thick blankets of seemingly soft trees.

Meadows that look perfect for spinning

Are teeming underneath with rattle-snakes

Spoiling a child’s daydream of freedom

And I dreamt of dolphins

before this drive

They were leap-dancing out of the crystal-green water

And just as I ran closer to jump in with them

They disappeared

They ran and the ocean became a muddy shallow hole

That was far away from the road.

Inside I see Van Goghs.

He outlined his Irises.

I see two moons in a midnight blue sky

thick with paint and bats.

And his insects are these grand beings

Swooping into the world

Way larger than life

itself.

Nature in a nutshell box.

I am driving away.

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