Wednesday, October 15, 2008

Sacred space on the dashboard of my car

Much news to absorb in the paper today; financial bailouts for banks; the latest in presidential campaign polls; upcoming debate tonight; fires in Los Angeles; court rulings against the Episcopal Church in Virginia; and onward we plunge. So how about a poem for the day? A gift from Karen in Tennessee. The photo was taken somewhere in Utah on our trip east...

The Sacred

by Stephen Dunn


After the teacher asked if anyone had

       a sacred place

and the students fidgeted and shrank


in their chairs, the most serious of them all

      said it was his car,

being in it alone, his tape deck playing


things he’d chosen, and others knew the truth

       had been spoken

and began speaking about their rooms,


their hiding places, but the car kept coming up,

      the car in motion,

music filling it, and sometimes one other person


who understood the bright altar of the dashboard

     and how far way

a car could take him from the need


to speak, or to answer, the key

    in having a key

        and putting it in, and going.

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