While visiting my first grandchild with her parents in Kentucky, we chose to spend a day in Mammoth Cave National Park. Progressing, stooped, through the cave as we took notes on what we noted, I suggested to my son, Brian, a professional writer, that we should each compose a poem of our cave experience, and exchange them with each other. Here is my effort.
Thoughts about the Inside and Outside of Caves
outside,
the river rises with yesterday’s rains, and tree trunks
are submerged, and footpaths are submerged, all in
a swirling brown tangle, and roads and bridges
are consumed in opaque immersion
studded steel stairs take us
in steep angles and twists, and we must
contort in our down following
walls drip and ceilings drip and despite hundreds
of hands ahead the cold railings drip
new water as we grip and slide,
never relinquishing the rod
for our fears of stumbling—how gladsome the amber lights,
subdued!
silhouetted cave crickets hang on long legs, harmless
but fearsome in our spidery imaginations,
crickets that browse on leafy detritus and migrate
back to the passages to drop kind guano
for undetected little creatures having little
else for their feasting
so many scratchings scar the stone and the curtains
hang chipped from many who did not know and more who knew
but did not care: these defaced bulkheads
reveal the bulk and bent of humankind—I exhale:
do not touch the walls:
do not touch the curtains:
do not touch the crickets:
they are perfect…
we happen to accompany a choir of forty
tied and bonneted Mennonite youth who gather and take their breath
and fill the high twisting chambers
with eight-part echoes and images of a child
in Bethlehem
and notes that settle on the soul:
no one speaks
outside,
a sycamore lunges
into the gray-cloud sky,
her ancient girth steadfast, the slender of old giants,
her pale smooth arms reaching and reaching,
always reaching
spidery cave cricket
with little Lila Jean
Roger Baker is the author of Rabbit Lane: Memoir of a Country Road. The book tells the true life story of an obscure farm road and its power to transform the human heart. The book is available in print and for Kindle at Amazon. See Rabbit Lane reviewed in Words and Pictures.
Sounds like quite the experience, Roger. Love the photo of you and your granddaughter!
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Thanks Pat. She’s beautiful.
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You’re a caveman!
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lol!
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Love this, as usual.
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Thanks Sis. I can always count on you!
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This poem makes me think of how we have to literally bend our bodies, adapt them, to walk through the unique designs of underground landscapes. So wonderful to read from you and see you with your family. Your granddaughter is extremely adorable!!
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Thank you so much! How kind of you to read and comment! I am so glad you enjoyed the poem and photos.
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I surely did!!
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