Don Thompson
California Aqueduct on McKittrick Hwy.
An indecisive breeze comes and goes
across the water, tempo rubato,
and then finally dies.
Its current deep and unseen,
creating only an illusion of stillness,
the Aqueduct moves on.
And so does time,
although I’ve stolen some to sit here
and let my mind slow down
for an adagio hour--
which is at least soothing
and perhaps not an illusion.
Don Thompson was born and raised in Bakersfield, California, and has lived in the southern San Joaquin Valley for most of his life. Thompson has been publishing poetry since the early sixties, including a dozen books and chapbooks. For more information and links to his publications, visit his website San Joaquin Ink (don-e-thompson.com).
California Aqueduct on McKittrick Hwy.
An indecisive breeze comes and goes
across the water, tempo rubato,
and then finally dies.
Its current deep and unseen,
creating only an illusion of stillness,
the Aqueduct moves on.
And so does time,
although I’ve stolen some to sit here
and let my mind slow down
for an adagio hour--
which is at least soothing
and perhaps not an illusion.
Don Thompson was born and raised in Bakersfield, California, and has lived in the southern San Joaquin Valley for most of his life. Thompson has been publishing poetry since the early sixties, including a dozen books and chapbooks. For more information and links to his publications, visit his website San Joaquin Ink (don-e-thompson.com).