"Nothing Wrong."
A Poem inspired by the artwork of Amber Vittoria, my peers at VOCAL, and a solo drive along the Columbia River Gorge during the COVID-19 era...
One of those little things in life that has always given me big inspiration is a solo drive, wherein I'm actually able to take in the scenery -- a little thing that is far too rare amid the modern 9-to-5 grind. Which, for me, has been on hold for the last 3 and a half months -- for better or for worse... I think the former, honestly. Sometimes, you just gotta take several consecutive moments to stop and breathe. To really take in the things that are always there, just waiting for you to embrace an appreciative moment, or several. As a resident of eastern Portland, OR, one of those perpetual blessings, presenting me with year-round opportunities for inner re-calibration and healing, is the Columbia River Gorge and the span of interstate that runs parallel to it for many miles. All of this majesty, like myself, resides on the stolen land of the Chinook (more specifically the Multnomah and Clackamas) Tribespeople, First Nation stewards of the land during time immemorial.
A well-timed, and dare I say Perfect, solo drive along this stretch of sacred land helped bring this poem to "paper." I hope it speaks to you, as the aforementioned inspirations spoke to me...
Nothing Wrong.
***
There was a time
Let’s call it today
When I had no more ideas
No more words to say
About what it’s like living
The way we must
At this historic moment
In our history.
There was only quiet
And my id tends to
Stress out in the silence
So I went for a drive
As the sun was
Starting to set.
Now at least
I know
Where west is:
Behind me
At this historic moment
Set it down
Put it behind me
For a moment;
Move this thing forward
Because driving in reverse
Only gets you
Bad gas mileage.
I’d like to tell you
What I saw
As the breeze blew by
Open blue sky
On every side
Wispy clouds drifting
Wing-like
Luxuriously defying gravity
Having no idea
Something is wrong.
If these fir trees
Could form words
They might say
That it’s been
A dry season
But at least
The interstate’s
Mechanical hum
Is much quieter now
And we’ve gotten to
Grow where we
Were planted
So that’s a plus
There is nothing wrong.
Then there’s the
Train tracks
taking a break
No freight to carry
A releasing of weight
A sigh of relief
Because they can
Hear the hum
Of the earth
Beneath their metal feet
Once more;
History tells us
That they too
Know which way West is,
But on this particular
day in our history
They might say
That there is
Nothing wrong.
The granite cliff face
Almost too tall
For its own good
Stands sentry
Monolith-like
Bathed in light
From the setting
Sun Behind me
And this face seems to me
To not take things
Lightly
To not sweat the
Small stuff
Which to it
Is every little thing
And therefore there’s
Really nothing wrong.
Drought season has
Sucked the river
Somewhat dry
And yet
If you let the quiet in
And look
More closely
A small waterfall
Still finds its place
Among the rock wall
Gifting the base
Of the cliff its soft
“I am still here” song
And so too with it
There is nothing wrong
And suddenly
There unfolded before me
My god,
Fields filled with gold
Flowers in full
Springtime bloom
Right on cue
Their impeccable
Internal clock
Telling the world
At full volume
That there is indeed
Nothing wrong.
And once again
The trees
They seek the heavens
With their tops
Slow, steady, no need to race
They’re using this time
For personal growth
So why shouldn’t we?
Go at your own pace
As the wind whispers
Through newly-green leaves
That there is
Nothing wrong.
Storm clouds gather ahead
Bathing the world
In a deep blue-grey
Drops of rain
Play music
On window panes
Explaining to those
Who will listen:
It’s okay to
Grieve, breathe and rest
Yes, take a nap
For a change
There’s beauty
In the stillness
Revelation
In the silence
And there is
Nothing wrong.
Sunset brings with it
The nightfall
Carrying Quiet
Effortlessly in its arms
A boon for
An oft-loud humanity
And I’m willing to
Bet my sanity
That the night silence
Will whisper
Sweetly
To me that
There is
Almost certainly
Nothing Wrong.
***
~OB.
About the Creator
Orion Bradshaw
(M.A.T. / AEA) I am a Teacher & a student of Life. I am a Storyteller every single day & a Facilitator of Equity Justice principles. Constantly curious, ever seeking, attempting to lean into my fears. May the Learning never cease...
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