nothing at all
I was standing in the middle of nowhere,
the kind of place they have everywhere,
and I'd been there
for quite some time.
I was staring out at nothin'.
The leftover cotton dottin' the land like dirty snow.
a small idea of Christmas,
that reminded me,
I had nowhere to go.
cloud'a dust started moving
from the tree a hectare away.
At least it gave me something to watch.
The dust turned into a truck.
The truck gave birth to a man
five foot four and older than the dirt where I stand.
He would have looked like Santy Claus
there was something wrong with all that.
He said, "Get in",
and I thought, "Why Not. "
So I got in
and he drove me past the tree
that doesn't remind me of here
but of someplace I'd never been.
He drove me out and showed me the hole in the ground
where they were going to put in that new tower
And he said,
He drove me out to a barn
by a silo about to fall down
only I'd been here long enough to know
that looks deceive.
We stopped and got out,
he pulled out a steel cane
and a bundle of keys.
It made me feel a little bit better,
knowing I'd been right all along,
knowing all I'd have to do
was kick -
and he'd fall to the ground.
He unlocked the door.
We went in
and his two young sons appeared.
"Show her everything" the man who wasn't
Santy Claus said,
and they opened
in the pale light,
haloed by the shimmering gold flakes of dust,
was a mountain of furniture,
carved and polished by hand,
most beautiful I'd ever seen.
I wanted to fall to my knees
before the scrolls an' cherubim
of the rosewood pulpits
surrounding me in the dark.
But it felt like I did inside.
The taller son said,
"He makes all the church things
from here to Carson City.
Don't advertise, all word of mouth,
though I want to get him on the web."
And the shorter son said,
"It's good you're here,
don't get much a chance
to brag about how good you are,
don't get much a chance at all,
when its only church folk around."
Then they closed the doors,
And drove me back to nowhere.
I had somewhere
in the middle,
of nothing at all.
c.2011 Cassandra Tribe. All Rights Reserved