The Paddock Review

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A Poem by Layle Keane Chambers

D.U.S.T.W.U.N. (Duty Status Whereabouts Unknown, a.k.a. the parts of a pop song)

 

I need to know
where you are

even when I don’t

 

even when I can’t 
when intelligence concerns 
are greater than a mother’s

 

I need to know 
where your body
is on this earth

 

where the body 

come from mine is

circling urban centers 

 

where you turn vague

where I am just sitting 
soaking wet

 

living the rivulets
swimming in cold 

September water

 

“this is it, Mom”

“ok”

“I love you, goodbye”

I love you     the verse          

goodbye      the bridge    

 

24, 34, 38 hours
growing fears 
and a widening war

 

Was it this day? —not this day

with ripe pineapple and Boursin 

cheese on olive toast

 

a minus zero morning

and startled blackcrown 
night herons

 

Ali Al Salem screen cast 
to the TV—flight line, fingers
Quarry, Rock, Billabong quarter

 

back out to view 

a bigger picture first 
and second desert storms

 

I love you     refrain              

goodbye      the hook 

 

not that day

when the sun 

caught your hand

 

still waving too far 

down the road where

I stood and watched the hawk

 

awhile

before I got keys

unable to sit

 

in the feeling, not the day

when the Wapoo 

turned metal

 

a skiff carved silver

silence of winter on water

—not today

 

where

I will be

here

 

where you will be

where spirals shut down

where I lose your signal

 

I love you     the chorus       

goodbye      the break

 

I wanted you to be a poet

you wanted to be a pilot

 

now it’s tomorrow

where you are

and I sit

 

by an ocean

….

This poem first appeared in Proud to Be: Writing by American Warriors, vol. 13, by Southeastern Missouri State University Press, and can be found in the chapbook Caught in the Light by Layle Keane Chambers (Finishing Line Press) at https://www.finishinglinepress.com/product/caught-in-the-light-by-layle-keane-chambers/


Layle Keane Chambers is a performing poet, author & educator from Folly Beach, SC. Professor Emeritus of Theatre with an MFA in Creative Writing from New Mexico State University. Her poetry has appeared in Collateral, The Wrath-Bearing Tree, “The Things We Carry Still” (Middle West Press), “Proud To Be V. 13” (Southeast Missouri State University Press) and has won the Poetry Society of South Carolina’s Perception Prize. She also co-authored “Glass: Gather. Engage. Give.” with her best friend, Debby Gilbert. She is a proud Air Force mom. 
Connect with her online: Layle Keane Chambers, author (Facebook), @laylethewhale (Instagram), @laylekeanechambers (Substack)