Poet's Corner — August
Two for August
By William Carpenter of Stockton Springs
When I Was A Seeker
I Sought Both Night and Day
One of the things about living on Route One
in Maine, in summer, all kinds of them go past.
We saw one walking the highway, it must have been
eleven o'clock at night. We almost hit him.
He showed us the Complete Poems of Walt Whitman.
He said, “I wrote this. What do you think of that?”
He said, “Look for me under your bootsoles.”
He said, “I'm walking with Jesus. We're going to Mount Katahdin.”
Later, it was quiet and we could hear him singing:
Go Tell it on the Mountain, then it sounded like
Shenandoah, but he was too far off.
We thought of him with his Maker up on Baxter Peak,
both of them with walking sticks and those Victorian boots.
They might have found what they wanted, or they might
carry their disappointment back down the Appalachian Trail
and keep on seeking, the three of them, bearded, and where
they walked, even on bare rock, or on the shoulder
of Interstate 95, they would leave delicate tongues of grass.
I stood on the front porch last night after
the news, listening for owls. A big one
called somewhere down past Sig's house
near the river: who; It called
and waited, then asked who again. Who? I tried
to wake Daniel up to hear it, but too late,
he was already dreaming, his eyes remmed
under the lids, his hands swam under the covers
as if he were struggling to stay afloat.
I went back out. Another owl had started,
and they were closer, one on each side
of the house, both of them asking who,
and I was the only one left alive to answer.
I could remember. I knew, and I still know,
though I could no more say it then than I can now.
Bill Carpenter, a full-time College of the Atlantic faculty member in Literature and Writing, grew up in central Maine. "When I Was A Seeker/I Sought Both Night And Day" is from his third book of poetry, Speaking Fire at Stones, (Tilbury House, 1992) a collaboration with renowned Maine artist Robert Shetterley. Carpenter's novel, The Wooden Nickel (Little-Brown 2002) is a lobster and whale oriented story, of which the New York Times said, "Melville would have approved." OWL is a previously unpublished poem, which we are very honored and delighted to publish for the first time here.
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