by Ted Kooser, U.S. Poet Laureate, 2004-2006
I’d guess that most of us carry in our memories landscapes that, far behind us, hold significant meanings for us. For me, it’s a Mississippi River scenic overlook south of Guttenberg, Iowa. And for you? Here’s just such a memoryscape, in this brief poem by New Yorker Anne Pierson Wiese.
Inscrutable Twist
The twist of the stream was inscrutable.
It was a seemingly run-of-the-mill
stream that flowed for several miles by the side
of Route 302 in northern Vermont–
and presumably does still–but I’ve not
been back there for what seems like a long time.
I have it in my mind’s eye, the way
one crested a rise and rounded a corner
on the narrow blacktop, going west, and saw
off to the left in the flat green meadow
the stream turning briefly back on itself
to form a perfect loop–a useless light-filled
water noose or fragment of moon’s cursive,
a sign or message of some kind–but left behind.
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Barre, East Barre, the Waits River, or the Ammonoosuc? How wonderful to rediscover Route 302 and the “inscrutable loop,” and, especially “inscrutable memory.” This lovely account of Route 302 once travelled gives the gift of a shared memoryscape.
Thank you