I got a little behind on my April poem-a-day prompts due to some exciting news. (More about this very soon!) But, today I had a moment to myself. I got a new book in the mail: Jack London: Photographer edited by Jeanne Campbell Reesman and Sara S. Hodson. It's a gorgeous book I had been saving up for and finally found a deal on. A hardcover book the showcases and talks about Jack London's little known expertise in photography. I found a beautiful photograph in it of Jack London on a small boat with a dog going down the Napa River and I could resist writing about it. Hope you enjoy today's draft!
A Photograph of
Jack London and One of His Dogs on the Napa River
How do you control
your dreams?
Take them on a boat down a flat river
where what water you part reflects you back.
Cross under steel arcs of girders—bridges
like grinning mouths where suited men machine
their bodies from day to day. Bring a dog.
Look ahead to the river’s mouth, bay, sea:
until what rises to horizon
is the un-mappable. There’s where journey
begins, rises from the sea. Follow it.
Take them on a boat down a flat river
where what water you part reflects you back.
Cross under steel arcs of girders—bridges
like grinning mouths where suited men machine
their bodies from day to day. Bring a dog.
Look ahead to the river’s mouth, bay, sea:
until what rises to horizon
is the un-mappable. There’s where journey
begins, rises from the sea. Follow it.
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