Catching Up

Caley and I are rolling through Nevada on our way back to Colorado. Thanks to the marvels of technology, I can catch up on my blogging as we ramble along. This piece has been hanging out in my Moleskine for a while. It is one that I set to paper during an impromptu trip to Big Sur in February. 

Big Sur, The Final Poem 

There is a place where the road slides left and right, East and West with hot black indecision.

There, the trees defy time, craning skyward, clock hands stuck at noon 

while time peels away like shedding red bark.

The mountains there slip into the sea as deftly as only vertebrates can,

then the tide greets them, kissing cheeks like old friends.

In this place, nostalgia is a way of life shouldered by those who wait through the seasons.

Those who count years in rings and chip happiness from fissured rocks. 

Notes. Sounds. Sights.

Caley and I drove half way to Nevada last week trying to catch a glimpse of the mega  moon. Alas, California is playing Seattle these days and we never were able to see the sky for all the rain. I was bored in the passenger seat and playing with my new camera and this is what happened (note: don't watch if you get motion sick).

Keep Your Eyes Ahead from Whitney Van Cleave on Vimeo.


On another note, some working words about jazz and Nola.

Knowing that hands
meeting at this velocity
is the schism
of monolithic stones
into metered notes
                                            and where the vines swallow the swamp, an inhalation hazard.

Moving update: We have been approved for our second choice apartment and will know if we got our first choice later today! :)