I was there,Gandalf…
”-Isildur, we need to destroy it!
-You gonna drag this shit on the top of the mountain?
I was there the day the strength of Men failed…
It’s thrilling, isn’t it, the siren’s howl?
Nothing in my life has ever been urgent.
Sirens say the world needs you enough
to holler a caution. So why the grim eyes?
Why the coffee-mug-clutching, the parking-lot-
watching? I know I shouldn’t say it, but
I hope it comes close. I’ve never seen a tornado
and I want my own narrow escape.
This is outlaw country, you know.
The James brothers, Hoodoo Brown—
I’ve got the book in my car.
They wouldn’t watch from the windows.
They’d gallop at the horizon, hooting.
They’d tie the tornado down and make it beg.
In the movie I’m writing in my head,
I walk out into the rain and wait, and when
I spot the tornado churning across the fields,
I grin and spit and stay rooted.
That’s the whole movie. But if I know
one thing, it’s that the sky will stay empty.
Oh, why the moan, why the stink-eye?
I know I shouldn’t say it out loud, but
aren’t we all thinking it? We all know
nothing ever really comes close.
Cloud Study, Moonlight
Oil on canvas