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2002-09-17
Mathilda Crowley
B. 7.16.1830 The East / D. 7.7.1846 Cottonwood Creek, Utah
Attenuation
Pioneer descendants�what a crew! Bred to bear it�whatever, anything unexpected or new�laconically, squinting. Damn! The squint that appraises, the skeptical squint, the my-inner-light�s-too-bright-to-see-this-by one too�instinctive, bred into the eye sockets I'd say. What happens when too many generations keep their hands in their pockets all the time for fear of frostbite or else some Red Indian�s noticing�the capacity to make comfortable welcoming gestures, pinioned in the pioneers, atrophied in their descendants.
But look!�their wary squints are as various as spring warblers.
Similarly, the drawl�that drawl you�d know anywhere. The larynx hefted as hacksaw to take it out low, low to the ground, whatever surprises�the cutting phrase, the leveling stroke, woven into the lashings of tendon to bone�the drawl, old necessity�s heritage, flattens.
"This is the right place. Drive on."
Consolation Site: Sweet Latter-day sixteen