Kaminski Writing

"One day I will find the right words, and they will be simple.” _Kerouac

Tag: Mountains

In the Height of Heaven Stones

I’m going to grow my hair long
while I’m young and living.
I’ll drive fast
around and round the sorry continent—
Across forgotten lands
I’ll drive with windows down.

You were in the passenger seat
laughing or maybe crying,
I never knew with you.
I only knew the wisps
of your hair in my face;
the smell of your drugstore shampoo.
Your golden skin
and the sweat we made.

I shouted into endless
highway distance
when you left.
Unheard,
a ghost on the road,
I wandered off every exit
memorizing the face of distant godmade cathedrals.
I’ll climb their summits
with every tribulation of the spirit–
Crying out for mercy and more strength.

I’ll stand, or maybe sit,
looking out and back
to where I came from and how.
And in the height
of heaven stones
the wind will toss and pull
the hair I grew long
in my youth and life.

I’ll laugh so loud on that peak
you’ll hear me somewhere
on your own mountain.
Satisfied we’ll leave
to find one another
on some new crest.
Our bodies blending into
some godmade life.
I’ll breathe you in the mountain.

After long days I’ll lay in your bed.
You’ll run your fingers through my long grey hair—
mine through yours.
We’ll both know where we’ve been.
And I’ll love you with every ease of the spirit.

_ Kevin Kaminski 2012

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Conquered

They climbed for a day,
maybe less.
The wind in their hair.
The men laughing.
One boy brought a flag
from his hometown.
They took pictures
and waved
at cameras.
Smiling with giant teeth.

The boy with the flag
searched for a place to hang it;
for a place to write his name.
He could hear cheers
from the other side
from his friends.

We did it.
He could hear them.

He turned back
to shout
and lost his footing.
The flag
flew.
His skull
scattered his name
across the mountain.

_ Kevin Kaminski 2012