David McElroy and his wife Edith Barrowclough came down from Alaska recently to visit Peggy and me at our home in Southern Oregon. Edith went to high school with Peggy in Port Clinton, Ohio. David is an Alaskan Bush Pilot and a published poet, which makes for an interesting combination.
In addition to the high school connection, our son Tony now flies helicopters for the Coast Guard out of Kodiak, Alaska and I once lived in Alaska. We also share a love of wandering. We told stories, visited a local winery, and ate Thai food in Jacksonville. Edith and Dave are good folks; we enjoyed the visit.
David left us a special present. He downloaded several unpublished poems from his computer to my MacBook. One, about a desert walk, reminded me of similar walks that Peggy and I have taken at Organ Pipe Cactus National Monument and other locations throughout the Southwest.
I decided to post David’s poem today (with his permission) and illustrate it with our photos from Organ Pipe. The National Monument is located in Southern Arizona on the border with Mexico. (My pardon for the skipped lines… I fought for two hours trying to turn off Microsoft’s paragraph function. Grrrr. Maybe one of my readers can give me the solution. I am sure somebody will say, “It’s simple Curt…”
Armless saguaro too young to wave
much less salute but old enough
for sex open their white flowers
to night and pollinating bats
that might, that must, come by.
Except for grasses, Mesquite
and most plants here hang seedpods,
a rich feed ripening for two kinds of doves,
these little rats along the trail,
cottontails, and ducks in the creek.
And so the need for hanging hawks,
owls that burrow, coyotes wafting
like dust through creosote brush,
and in the heat among cactus thorns
snakes sewing the needles of themselves.
Lush rock in low sun, green cattails,
the beat up tin of water over gravel,
hopeful saguaro ruler straight–
over a hill, around a bend,
the land composes a scene of itself.
And the woman on whom nothing is lost
aims her camera with one hand,
and with the other in complete confidence
passes the cup she’s been holding
over her shoulder to the hand
in the desert behind her which is mine.
4 thoughts on “An Alaskan Poet and a Saguaro… Organ Pipe Cactus National Monument”
Very nice both poetry and photos, thank you.
Thanks Jane. Peggy and I had a great time with David and Edith. They are both very interesting people.
Such beautiful poetry and images… What a fascinating vista!!
The desert has a beauty of its own, FeyGirl, stark and yet filled with life, life with its amazing adaptions. It’s a geologist’s dream… but also a photographer’s and an artist’s.