Monday, August 14, 2006

Headed home

bouncing through the open truck window
an orange moon hangs strangely large and dark
suspended by glinting strands of cloud
in the sky above the mountains

the smoke of wildfires
casts a silvery sheen
across the few small stars
visible as sparks trailing the shifting winds

our voices are loud and rough
over the truck's engine
rolling down the highway in the quiet night
the breeze hot on our cheeks

we peer out at the ash-colored pavement
watch for deer eyes in the darkness
watch the curving road roll open ahead
under the bleary headlights

behind us, behind the instrument cases,
amps and stands piled in back,
the two lanes snake backward
into smoke-filled forests


Blogger snowsparkle said...

hi mb,
since your band was headed homeand the smoke was left behind you, i imagined your music setting some town ablaze from its beauty. you painted this story so well i was in the truck with you. thanks for the road trip away from my cube.

8/14/2006 2:58 PM  
Blogger Brenda said...

The full, satisfied flavour here of afterwards, and the closeness of what was shared. I particularly like the orange moon hanging by those glinting strands of cloud, and the road snaking backwards into smoke-filled forests...

8/14/2006 3:19 PM  
Blogger zhoen said...


8/14/2006 5:55 PM  
Blogger Pat Paulk said...

Love the image of the "orange moon" bouncing outside the window, as if it was hanging from the top of the truck. You have me curious now about wildfires and sunsets and moonscapes. To be repetitive, enjoyed the ride in the truck, too!!

8/14/2006 6:20 PM  
Blogger leslee said...

Nice, and unsettling, too.

8/14/2006 6:38 PM  
Blogger moira said...

This brought back a few of my own memories in an almost tangible way. Thanks for that pleasant bit of nostalgia.

8/14/2006 9:20 PM  
Blogger alan said...

Riding with you...


8/15/2006 1:22 AM  
Blogger Natalia L. Rudychev said...

You've captured the mood of the night road in such a beautiful way.
Thank you for sharing this experience.

8/15/2006 1:53 AM  
Blogger robin andrea said...

A perfectly captured moment, mb.

8/15/2006 8:10 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I like the way it sounds like a run-on sentence from start to finish.

8/15/2006 8:44 AM  
Blogger MB said...

Snowsparkle, your comment made me chuckle! Thanks. The true story is too long for here, but there were 25 wildfires burning outside the town we played up there in the mountains, with tanker planes and helicopters roaring up and down all evening.

Brenda, the ride home was incredibly beautiful, thanks in part to what smoke does to light.

Zhoen, thanks.

Pat, I loved the orange moon bouncing, too! I'm glad you picked up on that. The way wildfires affect sun and moon light intrigues me, too. Happy to know you enjoyed the ride!

Leslee, yes, exactly.

Moira, thanks for letting me know, and thanks for reading.

Alan, I'm happy to have your company for the ride!

Natalia, welcome! Thank you for stopping by. I'm pleased you enjoyed the experience.

Robin, thanks so much!

Cliff, I appreciate it when my readers see things I don't, as you have here.

8/16/2006 12:15 PM  
Blogger Sue hardy-Dawson said...

An exquisit view into your arival home using each sense in spades-love it

8/20/2006 9:58 AM  
Blogger MB said...

Sue, thanks!

8/21/2006 8:12 PM  

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