The destination ahead—
always a piece from a puzzle box.
Those hoses flooding
the pieces I laid as slabs.
After it all— he is put into his bed
as if a knife into a drawer.
We were cattle on our way
to the stockyards on our family vacations
woven as a braided rug
or knitting yarn
in a store window.
Always in his hand
these rough places the car went right over
as if he were God.
Now in his box
in his grave where I could get to him now.
– Diane Glancy
Diane Glancy is professor emeritus at Macalester College in St. Paul, MN. She moved to Shawnee Mission, Kansas in 2005. A new collection of essays, THE DREAM OF A BROKEN FIELD, is forthcoming from the University of Nebraska Press in 2011. Her latest poetry collection, STORIES OF THE DRIVEN WORLD, was published by Mammoth Publications. She is the recipient of two National Endowment for the Arts fellowships and an American Book Award. She was born in Kansas City where her father worked for the stockyards.