Poetry
From Issue III (2018)
Galen Clark Recalls Sunrise
in the High Sierras
by SEBASTIAN BITTICKS
An intimate friend asked, “Galen, you are a good observer of Nature and have studied the clouds up here for many years, what is your prediction of the coming weather?” He quietly replied: “Ask the new arrival, the fellow that just came here yesterday. He knows more about it than I do.”
—from The Call of Gold by Newell D. Chamberlain (1936)
I’ve not come on the good works of last year
but lived so long under Sentinel Dome its shadow
seems more the sweep of my own hand.
Ask someone who’s coiled our new roads
in his mind, whose heart is warm
as a carriage house. He knows better than I do.
Pack bacon spent, the bivouac’s deer down
to a shoulder, what would you guess remains?
In truth, my memory shifts like smoke
escaping a flue. Say I know the valley
better than myself. Who could choose?
And nothing stays where it’s supposed to.
Stone in the roads becomes a powder, the Merced
overflows. I would walk atop moraine for days
never touching dirt. Now it’s broken, rolls away.
How long then to turn the weedy mind?
Even the falls follow the wind. Here I stoop
to touch my cheek on the fresh-faced golf green
though it’s been finished a full season. So
ask someone carried in with the stew bones;
he keeps faith with the Nation’s steady time
where I had a dozen dawns just yesterday.
Sebastian Bitticks
Sebastian Bitticks holds MFAs in creative nonfiction from City University of Hong Kong and poetry from the School of the Art Institute of Chicago. He is a visiting assistant professor at Marquette University in Milwaukee. His website is sebastianbitticks.com.
Sandy Coomer
Sandy Coomer is an artist and poet. She is the author of three poetry chapbooks, including Rivers Within Us (Unsolicited Press). Her art has been featured in local art shows and exhibits and has been published in Lunch Ticket, Varnish, The Wire's Dream Magazine, and Inklette, among others. She lives in Brentwood, Tennessee.