Drive South Listening to Country Music
(for Greg Burns)
Twenty miles from the trout farm
there is just music
and the green Volvo
and the clouds breaking open now
where it had been
I’m wishing it was a whole
continent we had to travel into,
with drives that last
whole days to get to the water,
and big game fish and names
like sockeye and wahoo to learn –
a land ready to receive us,
right to the edge of the mesa.
But happy enough too
with our worn hills
of hacked up chalk,
driving half an hour with you, the quiet brother,
and the pedal steel flowing
into your silence like all your best fish.
from 'Country Music' (Offord Road Books, 2020), © Will Burns 2020, used by permission of the author.