WALKING BACK TO MY SKIS
Below Old Snowy
Waiting for back light uplift
Sastrugi on flats
Jim Bodeen
29 January 2022
Hike out after lunch
*
Hike out after lunch
Leave skis behind snow walking
Sit on snow and wait
Jim Bodeen
28 January 2022
IT GETS ME MY FEELS, BOSS!
IT GETS ME MY FEELS, BOSS!
WE’LL SING, AQUARIUS
A good day, Nappy Roots, A good day
I’ll soon be on my way--
–Gale Garnett
Best mountain sunshine song
Where’s the Sunshine
We’ll sing in the sunshine
Chasing sunshine
Sunshine is all there is
That’s the sound of it,
Michael Franti
and 21 by Polo G
It gets me my feels
he says, say it,
It gets my feels
Young lifties on the mountain
Tyler the creator fantasy
Seth, stepping out from his hut
on the mountain
no mountain song
a playlist guy
a sunshine glasses reflecting gone
song guy, a sunshine one
I’ll sing to you each morning
A day of speed on skis
Old man in sun glasses
gone song guy sun-wise addled
Lifties call him Boss.
Boss, Captain, Buddy
Boss!
He starts to get it, I'll soon be on my way
Always forgetting something
going up the mountain
Pack the poem
Forget to brush the teeth
It gets me my feels, Boss
Jim Bodeen
24-26 January 2022
JANUARY'S SYLLABIC CALL
JANUARY’S SYLLABIC CALL
Fog surrounds the town
invoking mountain sunshine’s
granular snow choir
Days of inversion provoke
elevated listening
Jim Bodeen
27 January 2022
THINGS TO DO AT HIGH CAMP
Make a temple.
Write in the notebook.
Remember things Gary Snyder did
In different cities.
Open Wes Hanson’s poems in the email
And get the news.
Jim Bodeen
24 January 2022
MOUNTAIN TIME
MOUNTAIN TIME
--for Karen
She makes me a new wallet
from tough cotton
when I’m on the mountain.
Driving home I stop for
vegetable broth
for the minestrone soup,
ice cream
for the raspberry pie.
We watch
Don’t Look Up
on Netflix.
At bedtime I say,
I think I’ll put Gilead
back on the shelf
and Karen says,
Leave my book mark
where it is--
Don’t lose my place.
Jim
24 January 2022
IT'S PIE DELIVERY DAY
IT’S PIE DELIVERY DAY,
and I take two slices of apple
and one of raspberry-
blackberry combination,
one slice of apple,
with cake flower added
to help with crust,
an experiment, to my brother,
back crimp-crippled
from chair-rising wrong,
along with minestrone soup;
whole mock-raspberry
to Sporthaus staff
(boarded-up front door--
use side-entrance),
cleaning up after break-in,
walk by dumpster
and grief-debris
(may that hidden layer of sugar
and butter droplets tucked
under crust caution them before
glass shards too small to vacuum)
I’m their conduit to children
too poor to access mountains
for pleasure in warm clothes,
along with skis so they can ski!
Finally apple slices from two pies
for Terry and Jane
on Sunflower Hill, each crust
different, different, not evolved,
with this question, Which
do you prefer for those sour cherries,
who come from trees
even now, with roots preparing for June?
This is pie delivery day, a mountain day,
and from Sunshine Hill, Jane directs me
straight across Schuler Grade downhill,
stopping at Stop sign, taking hard left
after the careful look back. Passing
Featherland Ranch, lost, certain
12 West at Naches will never show,
listening to Mercedes Sosa sing,
Buenos Aires, live,
from 20 years ago. I pull off
and put in Gary Snyder reading
Mountains and Rivers Forever,
Snyder pulling into Ranger Station
in Packwood. Dogen
speaking on hunger and painting,
it’s the same paint, he says,
painting rice cakes, painting mountains.
Do you want to become a real person or not?
Jim Bodeen
25 January 2022
THE MAIL AND THE MUSIC
THE MAIL AND THE MUSIC
When books arrive
in the mail unarmed man,
arms open, their harmony
dangerous, and so
beautiful, Miss Simone.
They send me straight to you.
Jim Bodeen
14 January 2022
WEATHER REPORT
WEATHER REPORT, 14 JANUARY 2022
--yAKIMA
Sunrise: 7:41
Freezing fog
22 degrees, feels like 18
Humidity 94 per cent
Visibility 106 yards
Sunset: 4:40*
Jim Bodeen
14 January 2022
OUTLINING THE UNSAID
OUTLINING THE UNSAID
Scouring vessels
Even choosing to be wrong
Wherever it leads
Jim Bodeen
8 January 2022
(WALT) Whitman Avenue Range
(Walt) Whitman Avenue Range
Not forcing a thing
God’s perfect interruptions
Nothing else fragments
Jim Bodeen
7 January 2022
BUT YOU DON'T HAVE TO USE IT!
BUT YOU DON’T HAVE TO USE IT!
Her phone rings
and it’s the plumber,
He can come today,
sometime before noon.
It rings again,
it’s one of her daughters,
one of the twins.
How ya doin’ Mom?
Good, the plumber’s
coming before noon.
I’m getting a new toilet
and a bidet.
It’s heated.
Dad got me the toilet
for Christmas
and the bidet
for my birthday.
Jim Bodeen
4 January 2022
THE INSTANT OF YOUR BIRTH
THE INSTANT OF YOUR BIRTH
...all we have--
unless
things the imagination feeds upon,
startle us anew.
William Carlos Williams
Karen walks into the room,
interrupting this poem,
Thank you for my
birthday cheese slicer,
before I’ve written it--
the instant we chose
each other hadn’t yet
been told us, how angels
interrupted our very lives.
Jim
My love here on your birthday
2 January 2022
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