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Bruce Lowry: Just Long Enough

My desire is only this—to die
someplace the earth made beautiful
all on its own,
the way a first-grader
makes the morning glory
out of construction paper
and Elmer’s glue, or the way
the sun sets on Monument Valley.

I want to find my peace
with not too many people around,
a place no one else has found.
I want to be there just long
enough to recognize false light,
give it a name, something
out of Virgil, maybe, or Neruda.

Then set myself aside
like an old saddlebag
unafraid of the ground.

Copyright 2020 Bruce Lowry. First published in Carve.

Bruce Lowry, a native Southerner, is also a journalist. He received an MFA in Poetry from Drew University. His fiction and poetry have appeared widely, most recently in Valley Voices, JuxtaProse and december. He resides in Union County, New Jersey. His collection Salvage is available from Ragged Sky Press.

Walensee, Switzerland (photo by Stephanie Fuchs, Unsplash)

10 comments on “Bruce Lowry: Just Long Enough

  1. Lisa Zimmerman
    October 4, 2022



  2. loranneke
    September 29, 2022

    Ah what a good poem! I kept thinking “me too, me too” and I didn’t know I often feel like an old saddlebag, but now that you mention it, yep…


  3. John Zheng
    September 29, 2022

    Peace lingers from the morning glory to the sunset over Monument Valley. Nice to read Bruce and thanks for mentioning Valley Voices.


  4. Sean Sexton
    September 29, 2022

    Shades of Alexander Pope: “Happy the Man whose wish and care a few paternal acres bound…”

    Life has been made simple today by Hurricane Ian. Coffee on a camp stove—there is sometimes deep if infrequent pleasure in privation (esp. in unlasting circumstances).


    • Vox Populi
      September 29, 2022

      Sounds like you are having to rough it, Sean. How is the ranch holding up in the wake of the hurricane?



      • Sean Sexton
        September 29, 2022

        We felt the storm was only a glancing blow, but our yard! OMG!
        Ransacked. That was one mean storm. We wont talk about Ft Myers or Naples. Lovely places… see Campbell’s poem about the Edison House and Ford Estate in Florida poems (I believe) great worries about those beautiful places!
        We’re fine.


        • loranneke
          September 29, 2022

          I’m so glad you’re OK. But what a storm it seems to have been. And in the night, which makes it even scarier, huh?! I hope you’ll help your yard recover — and that it will! Nature is so resilient…


  5. louisehawes
    September 29, 2022

    Strong and lovely–as I hope we all can be on the way out….


    • Vox Populi
      September 29, 2022

      Thanks, Louise. I like this poem for its simple elegance expressing a feeling everyone has had.



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