National Poetry Month–Today we said goodbye
from The Long Haul
Today we said goodbye
Birches and sugar maples pass below the belly of the twin prop.
You’ll nod off on the flight to Minneapolis.
Despite the voices, coughs and turbulence
freezing your dreams of home,
the sap will flow,
the ice on the Escanaba River will break,
and the jack pine forests will burn.
Each month, when you return,
small changes at home: hand-sewn curtains,
children’s artwork on the fridge,
green wood stacked to dry for winter, will go unnoticed
in your eagerness to fall upon new sheets and
fill your arms with my body.
As I stoke the wood furnace, I know these things, and others
how we’ll track your travels using Rand McNally,
and wait for the bi-weekly phone calls.
I’ll lie and tell you everything is alright,
even if I split wood until sweat rolls down my breasts, and
blisters form on my hands.
~poem copyright Kim Nixon
The Long Haul is a collection of poetry that you will not find in chapbook form (yet). The voice is the reflections of a wife during the first years of her husband’s search for employment in the Upper Peninsula of Michigan and his choice to eventually become a over-the-road truck driver. The work is by Kim Nixon and is highly autobiographical and feels like a lifetime away now.
Posted on April 8, 2009, in Ordinary Day and tagged Michigan Writers, poetry by Kim Nixon, poetry from the Long Haul, upper peninsula writers, writers with a sense of place. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.