Yes, it’s true. A bit of surfing this morning and stories about The Belmont Stakes and some speculation that the race fomented … nearly had me writing about a topic as forbidden on JordanCornblog as drawings of Mohammed on Facebook.
Bad enough that the thought entered my head … when I could easily be thinking about other things, like South Africa and Uruguay coming away with unexpected ties on day 1 of the Men’s World Cup … or the Phillies getting pummeled by the Red Sox … or the USA vs England match today … or …
But I dodged the bullet and now, I head off … offline for a couple of days … as I pursue inward adventures. Today’s poem from The Writers’ Almanac seems particularly apt in its way …
by Connie Wanek
First you’ll come to the end of the freeway.
Then it’s not so much north on Woodland Avenue
as it is a feeling that the pines are taller and weigh more,
and the road, you’ll notice,
is older with faded lines and unmown shoulders.
You’ll see a cemetery on your right
and another later on your left.
Sobered, drive on.
Drive on for miles
if the fields are full of hawkweed and daises.
Sometimes a spotted horse
will gallop along the fence. Sometimes you’ll see
a hawk circling, sometimes a vulture.
You’ll cross the river many times
over smaller and smaller bridges.
You’ll know when you’re close;
people always say they have a sudden sensation
that the horizon, which was always far ahead,
is now directly behind them.
At this point you may want to park
and proceed on foot, or even
on your knees.