The Edge of the Continent: The City
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Jacqueline Suskin
Jacqueline Suskin has composed over forty thousand poems with her ongoing improvisational writing project, Poem Store. She is the author of six books, including Help in the Dark Season. Her work has been featured in the New York Times, the Atlantic, and Yes! magazine. She lives in Northern California. For more, see jacquelinesuskin.com.
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The Edge of the Continent - Jacqueline Suskin
Los Angeles
My favorite thing about this city
is that no matter where I’m positioned
in the horizontal sprawl,
I can see a mountain.
Sometimes just a small shoulder,
a brow of brush and rock, but often
a huge brown hunch of land
between buildings, a safeguard
at the end of almost every street.
I’m startled by the presence
of dry dirt and chaparral—
daily proof that I’m surrounded
by undeveloped terrain.
Each view demands
my attention be returned
to the unsilenced
voice of the earth.
A Mountain Brought Me Here
I sat in my tent as fog shifted
through the gulch. I lit my candle
and asked my questions.
Where should I be if not here?
How can I best be in service?
Where is this room of my own?
I arranged the tarot cards
in a fan for the future.
Go where you can reach everyone.
Go where you are loved already by many old friends.
Go to the place that will spread your voice the farthest.
I brushed two brown spiders
from the doorway and they curled up
like peppercorns.
Outside, I stood barefoot
in the wet grass, the sun appeared
as a full melon, a disc of light.
I stared up at Baby Tooth,
my mountain in the mist.
I asked my questions again
and this peak, so small
against the other alps, started speaking.
I heard four syllables, the name
of a hot southern city. It took me
a year to accept the invitation,
but a mountain had demanded direction
and I needed to follow its lead.
I Am Not a City Person
I knew I had to come
and here I am with a sack
of loquats picked
from the bushes on the boulevard.
A year ago, I imagined the appeal
of city anonymity, the rush
and weirdness of a place so full.
I saw a vision of myself
seated in a café, a book open
on a marble table and my eyes
wandering to meet many other eyes.
Now that I’ve arrived, everything
outside my apartment is vibrating
and I can hardly stand the frequency.
I sit alone in my room looking
at no one, grateful that the view out
my window is only two tall palm trees.
Desert Rose
I didn’t expect to find
a mother made of light
in my bedroom. Yellow
curtains cast a golden
hue and I’m illuminated.
Guided in breath, I go deep
into that place that only
the body can create, a calmness
that wipes away all questions.
She arrives with a name
Desert Rose
and stands as an outline
of spirit shining before me.
I feel the weight
of her hands in my hands
for an hour. Her words
sound like radiant chimes.
Nurturing spirit