Slightly Beyond Immediacy
Let there be
Slightly beyond my immediacy
The intimacy
Of a distant train
Maritime horns of ships leaving port
The dull skyward roar of hourly airline shuttles
Let there be in my
Indulgences of sanctuary
The still continuing urgency for connection
The highway hum of
Ever turning radial wheels of Dharma, dampened
As I sit in my garden at dawn and smoke
And the sun teases itself
From just the other side
Of all those eastern mountains
When crested sparrows
And golden finches
Rhapsodize
Let there be, if sought
Reminders, of beyond each our garden walls
All lifeblood of movement beyond
Slightly beyond my immediacy
The intimacy of
A faraway train
PW Covington has been invited to share his work from Beyond Baroque in Los Angeles to the Havana International Poetry Festival in Cuba, and from Woodstock, New York, to The Beat Museum in San Francisco. In 2019, his collection of short stories, North Beach and Other Stories, was named a Finalist in LGBTQ+ Fiction by the International Book Awards.
Covington lives just south of Historic Route 66, in Albuquerque, where he operates the Indie press Hercules Publishing, and works on film and television projects that have included “Better Call Saul”, “Ransom Canyon“, and “Pluribus“.
