Vantage

One may find himself at home abruptly,
Unexpectedly, somewhere he's never seen
Before. That's how I felt when I reached
Vantage. It's a place without a town,
A pair of basalt palisades which rise up
From the waters of the ever-dammed
Columbia. There are no trees, just
Fragrant sagebrush. Almost no one
Stops to stare down from the cliffs
Into the water or downriver at
The ranks of hills devoid of vegetation.
This would be the sort of land a prophet
From the Bible would inhabit, an ascetic's
Realm, and I, depressed and misanthropic,
Thin, and dressed in shabby clothes, believe
That I'm that type of man. I've been away
For far too long. I'd like to go back home.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2020-08-25 at 02:09

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