- Time in the Sierras Subbéticas
Time in the Sierras Subbéticas
All week a caretaker started hacking the hillside with his weed whacker at dawn. Its fierce buzz drove us, bleary with olive pollen and summer heat, out to walk through groves and whitewashed village homes as the sun rose. On the foothills road we stepped aside for a baker’s pickup, its load of fresh loaves stacked upright in the bed. Each morning he slowed to offer one and shook his head when we declined. Where the road turned south we saw a Moorish lookout tower from medieval days crumbled at the crest of a slope but set aglow with morning light. Haze rippled across the distance, leveling the fields. Just below us a barking dog streaked through underbrush and leaped into a stream. [End Page 28]
Floyd Skloot recently completed Revertigo: An Off-Kilter Memoir, his fifth book of creative nonfiction. His seventh collection of poems, Close Reading (Tupelo P), is forthcoming.