Gone Rogue – Year 3

For the past three years I have had the pleasure to be inspired by a four-day/three-night rafting trip with Noah’s River Adventures (http://noahsrafting.com/) on the Wild & Scenic Rogue River.

Here’s this year 3’s reflection followed by a link to year 4’s.

Into the wild and scenic with a yogi,
Several scientists, teachers, writers
A designer and a builder retired
One art historian and a social justice fighter
 
Three night, 43-mile Rogue River party
Padded seat, kayak, or paddle raft rowing
Churning through steep rock walls of Mule Creek Canyon
And boulder-strewn Blossom Bar Rapids before slowing
 
Miners, early settlers, heart of the river story
Relayed by Dustin and Abraham Lincoln (Tillman)
A bouncy rap flowed from Bobby Dee
While guides slice fruit for guests to munch on
 
For rock hounds, plenty of chalcedony
Into harmony, spirit, body, and mind
Whisky Creek Cabin, between Grave Creek and Rum
100 proof prospectors more into booze than 79
 
Glimpsed eagles, minks, a bear picking berries,
Saw turtles, but no Dove (name of a guide who is on the move)
Diverse, inclusive flotilla communities
Converse about food and love...
 
Those hickeys are cupping, “my lover’s a lamprey”
“Sunchocola is a sweet, smoky tomato”
“Wish you’d label your mealworms”
“I (Leon) row for burritos.”
 
Of separation, some discovered degrees
For shooting stars or yoga practice
“Come to your mat or situation”
While time still hums on its axis
 
Absorbed SPF that’s vegan, gluten-free
Swam with Tuna, a sweet pup
Learned we’re “not related to Gerbils”
(Morning) Joe and High Desert Pure many’s the giddy-up
 
Under the waning sun, Rebecca stung by a bee
Duckies (inflatable kayaks) dive into white water ala pochards
Austin turned into Moses right before our eyes
Since 1974, Noah’s River Ark is the vanguard
 
~ Just L (August 16-19, 2019)
Read "Rogue Love - Year 4":
https://justlpoetry.com/2020/08/18/rogue-love-year-4/
Duckies for those who are derring-do.

Rogue Love – Year 4

For the past four years I have had the pleasure to be inspired by a four-day/three-night rafting trip with Noah’s River Adventures (http://noahsrafting.com/) on the Wild & Scenic Rogue River.

Here’s this year’s reflection followed by last year’s.

Rogue Love – Year 4

It feels like being in your favorite worn-in college hoodie drinking coffee on a cool morning anticipating the day’s adventure, cozy and familiar.

It feels warm on your skin like the scorching sunshine that accompanies the best whitewater of the season or a wind-powered hair dryer in the Narrows between Mule Creek and Blossom Bar, glowing (or blowing) with laughter.

It feels like a jump from a high rock into the cool rushing Rogue River in the height of August, right after your raft survived the Class V rapids,  exhilarating and free.

It feels secret akin the hike to Tate Creek Falls that ends in a rope climb to the top of the waterfall, then a 10-foot drop down a natural water slide to a hidden swimming hole, a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

It feels like walking through the Siskiyou National Forest on a summer evening,  each moss-laden branch forms a cathedral of conifers that surround you, serene and breathtaking.

It feels bright as Perseids peak, a celestial event best viewed with the moonlight blocked out by the rock gorges with nearly vertical walls, towering cliffs and majestic stands of the Wild Rogue Wilderness, absolutely awe-inspiring.

The wilderness is a uniquely American idea, and it is here – in this varied magical landscape – where I feel I rediscover playing outdoors, diverse wildlife, wildly deepened friendships, and gratitude as expert guides traverse the challenging 34-mile stretch between Grave Creek and Foster Bar.

~Just L (August 14-17, 2020)

Read “Gone Rogue – Year 3”:

https://justlpoetry.com/2020/08/18/gone-rogue-year-3/

Sharing my love of this epic river adventure with friends is the best!

NaPoWriMo Day 2: A Placeholder

A third floor bay window is perched above the south bank of the Rio Cuale. It is in a white plaster building with raw concrete architectural details around the doorways and arches. An intentionally dilapidated villa built in 2013 presents more Old Europe than Mexican. It shelters rooms of Art Deco lighting — sconces, pendant, gilded, and art glass. Mostly hidden by a formidable Banyan Tree that has grown around a boulder at its base and extends over the river bank. A Chacalaca makes his home in its upper branches each morning. And occasionally a young black possum with a white tail or an iguana visits below. Beyond the expanse of x white framed beveled glass panes open to let the coastal air in is a spacious green marbled shower adorned with a gold rain shower. Any person could do a full twirl with outstretched arms without hitting one wall. There is no glass; there are no doors.

~ Just L (April 2, 2020)

First Blush

I need to get to know that man, because right now all I see is attractive.

~ Just L (February 2, 2020)

Author’s Note: I realize there are a lot of ways to read into this. I will leave it up to your own interpretation.

Halloween is Spooky

Why did you give up on us?
Why did you make a point of pointing out others who had?
On you, or in general?
In good times or bad.

Why do lovers say stupid shit they don’t mean?
I fell for your philosophical line.
I’d rather you had stated your truth,
“I’m only in this for 50 nighttimes.”

Why did you give up on your dream?
The one before the two times before?
Did you want to be alone?
Then why are you knocking at my door?

~ Just L (October 31, 2019)

Mai Tais and Yours

An unplanned adventure
Throwing caution to the wind
If only to hold her

Plane ticket to Honolulu
On a moment’s notice
He has some powerful juju

Mai Tais on the beach
Cool R&B and warm breezes
Nothing’s out of reach

~ Just L (October 18, 2019)

A Love Letter for One Battling Cancer

I can shout at your T Cells like we’re cheering on the Ducks
I’ll let you choose your ideal setting on the thermostat
Ride or die, I get down like that.
I can sit quietly with you
Or read graphic novels to pass the time
Make finger puppets on the ceiling or pantomime.
You’ll be frocked in a cold stress inducing sweat
I’ll layer in style to cover my pot belly
Both so fashionably forward no one is jelly.
I’ll chew tinfoil and drink protein shakes to match our tastes
Flush twice after going number two
Because sharing experiences are what sweethearts do.
Your bodily fluids don’t scare me
I shat my pants emceeing an event just last week
Babies and kittens are not the only origin stories for bleach.
Your new odor signature won’t bother a bit
I’ll remember when you smelled like mine
Touching you gently and kissing you open mouth anytime.

~ Just L (October 6, 2019)

Could Have Been A Legend

What if we were meant to be forever after
In spite of the story to date
In separate bedrooms, down the street filled with laughter

Perhaps our match Doula knew us deeper
Watched you for a full year before our introduction
Knowing full well you were a keeper

What if we split too soon due to a breakdown in communication
Our egos and preconceived ideas erecting an insurmountable wall
Misreading what was between us really goin’ on

Recall my dearest love you were vetted for a year
You fit me in every way and in my family with ease
Everyone we knew found us sparkly, trustworthy and dear

Our paths crossed long before we were introduced across the bar
Given all of the R&D, no wonder we felt mutually drawn
Six weeks later I exclaimed my love under NYE stars

Never a fight or unkind word until I experienced my most abnormal
I lashed out, and was angry for something misinterpreted
And a medical emergency beyond my control

You vowed you would never leave a love in sickness
After all, the one who broke your heart did just that
Then you cut me off as you could not go the distance

I freaked the f* out as this was not how I imagined
We were, after all the love, over in an instant
One more conversation, we could have been a legend.

~Just L (re-post 3 years and 5 month after our breakup, July 10, 2019)