American Triptych

by Michael Brosnan

#1
The city, which we loved
for a time, is behind us now,

paraphrased in the mind.
You take snapshots

of fields and farms
and unbroken vistas, aiming

to frame a new experience,
here in a land called “country.”

We are heading west
to yet another somewhere,

and have stepped out of worry
into quiet amazement

at how the prairie world
billows so easily

without the slightest
need for us.

#2
Remember that night?
The two of us. Beer in hand.

The boasting.
With no sense of how to live.

We were determined to break free,
as if we understood freedom.

So we left all of it —
family, friends, pavement,

streetlights, the daily hustle
in the crosswalk world —

for treelessness
upon treelessness.

Fields and hills.
The will of incessant wind.

A ribbon of road running.
Rain and thunder.

A sudden wall of mountains
and sky sky sky.

You stare out
the car window at Montana

and quietly cry.
Eventually, you stop.

#3
As if this country
were one country,

as if ocean people could trade
dunes and salt spray

for rooted resistance,
sea for grass.

We tried.
We listened long

to the way the grass
sings in the night.

No one here
really likes us.

We are hungry again.
Our wallets thin.

The rain
angling sideways

hurts.
Now what?


MICHAEL BROSNAN  is the author of two collections of poetry: The Sovereignty of the Accidental (Harbor Mountain Press, 2018) and ADRIFT (Grayson Books, 2023). A third poetry book is due out in early 2024. His poems have appeared in numerous journals, including Rattle, Confrontation, New Letters, Prairie Schooner, Barrow Street, and Poetry South. He is also the author of Against the Current, a book on urban education, and serves as senior editor for the website, Teaching While White. He lives in Exeter, New Hampshire. More at www.michaelabrosnan.com