A friend gives me a gift to celebrate my 70th birthday.
It’s a map from Raven called Meanders.
She saw it after sitting in a tree we both shared after walking along Lagunitas Creek to honor Lloyd who loved and videotaped the creek.
We sat and stood in the tree as though in a stagecoach traveling through time.
And now this map, an image of me. We both see it.
It’s how I view myself, and how I’m seen. It’s a map of my poetry, my body-mind.
The description is this: This extremely precise map of river meanders uses a compressed elevation range to reveal many layers of former channel courses– in effect, a graphic image of river time. The river is the Willamette River near Salem, Oregon; the subject is the beauty of the physical processes involved.
I’m seen as I meander. Meandering is I.