- Orison:February, Eugene, Oregon
for Al Young
Months of heavy rain and the back lawn is an emerald pondwith islands of fig and apple trees and their dirt collarsdarkening under the pixilated gray of a computer-screen sky.
I've cinched my desires in a handful of thin books,wired the dwarf pines and maples in their pots on the deckand instructed them in Soul Train and break-dance posesto beguile my children and signify what's past.
Which is various: Motown and min'yo blaring together on the PA of my high school gym,emanations of soul and shamisen from the living room stereoback when I was a child, Sam Cooke's "A Change Is Gonna Come"rising like a willow tree by a smooth-flowing riverbanded with a long slick of stars streaking across its backin a wall-hanging of calligraphy and gaudy prints over the Silvertone console.
I tell myself I've drifted too far now to go back,my karma the boat of a dry leaf caught in the swirls of that rivertaking me from ghetto to this immaculate garden without stain or confusion,everything so calm and forgotten, the anguish I havelike the darting squirrel that emerges, a nervous and comic thing,unavailed of all the refulgence and splendor that surrounds himand would inspire a lapse from instinct and painif not for the immutable worry that jags through his heart like a dance. [End Page 131]
Garrett Hongo was born in Volcano, Hawai'i, and grew up in Los Angeles. His latest book is The Mirror Diary: Selected Essays (University of Michigan Press, 2017). His most recent book of poems is Coral Road (Knopf, 2011). He teaches at the University of Oregon.