SAILING TO MANTI
by Melissa Dalton-Bradford
(To my husband, on the anniversary of our December marriage in the Manti temple)
We sail the vein:
Perforated, gray southbound highway
From dawn’s perch
Splaying this languid stage of sagebrush
Vast contours, undulating,
Old rocky chronology seeping left to right,
Largo to sostenuto . . .
Bending beyond peripheral vision
Her mist-mottled crepe curtain
As ragged hem reveals enough:
Mountains, their triple depth in
Slate then ash then dust
Hang an ageless opaque canvas.
Drawn, we aim.
Trusting, we offer
Hands stretched through a veil.
A year after I composed the above poem, tragedy struck our family and I wrote a companion piece, Thistle Valley, describing a different drive southward to Manti. You can read that poem in this post.