Illuminating the present
Drawing a map
Into the future
I remind myself
Do not linger in the past
I need to know where I am
And look where I am going
I remind myself
Do not linger in the past
I need to know where I am
And look where I am going
I didn’t notice
Until almost too late
That the times were a-changing
At a very fast rate
Time crumbles their mortar
Context shifts their efficacy
Or a new technology
Renders them impotent
An image a white man made
Which earned white man’s awards
In a museum of white man ways
A monument to a way that was
Thus they shone
Close to bone
A feat not
Taken lightly
Until
The rain
Did fail
And so I forfeit
The beauty
And insight
I will never know
They script the creeds
Direct the deeds
They lead a people
To their fate
Or is it ‘fate’ created?
Steinbeck dedicated chapter twelve of Grapes to Route 66, the road of flight for dust bowl refugees seeking the promise of something better in California. The chapter traces Route 66, its terrain, its places, its challenges, the experiences of its desperate travellers, from the Joad family home in Oklahoma all the way to Los Angeles.