Her father's laughter tessellated the very days, the
sun-filled sky, the rumpled mountains, the
warm, rich Earth waiting,
surely, for citrus
roots and foundation
The redcars rumbled west
to the sea on
ivory-gold veins, lanes,
over the horses' contented heads
nodding the light
waters sparkled in
little peaks jumping
for the quick feet of clever gulls.
Elaine stood by the driver with her small hands upon the reins.
She stood behind her father
in his carved mahogany chair with
her delicate hands upon his shoulders. She
watched the flowers in the Japanese vases and
the sun slants spin barring the hardwood.
Moving pictures, artists'
colleges and universities well-funded
mind, science, philosophy, unity
very like a carnival
it was to
young Elaine repulsed
and drawn, that
is to say fascinated, by
the might and magnificence of
It was the time
of Einstein becoming relative and uncertain, of
a sea birthing in a stony desert, of
meteors, a time
surely suited for a comet though
spectacular Halley's was not yet due yet
in the meadow it had already passed and
we knew it.
Elaine had eyed it from the French sculptress' hacienda.
with Geronimo, Vittorio, Murietta, Miller and London
capturing her, trapping and comforting her
like a West Mexico serape never freed of shaman's
legacy nor was she who
ran from the city to the hacienda standing
spring to the little rivers running north into the bay.
would admit no bulk to her life. The
veils she smoothed beneath her shapely chin curved
with infinite grace from her hat brim. So
had the hand-wrought veil spun with loving care for
her grandmother who
searched through the sapling fields sun-slanting
and -spinning oddly
emphasizing twisted shards of tender bark and
pulped spring leaves fallen
like chewed medicinals upon the boots,
legs, shredded tunics and smashed caps of
Sapling fields, sapling
to stand fence and phalanx in
went to look at the Oakland Hills once.
went just to look.