Always Nearing Home - Poem by Daniel Brick
Homage to Jack Kerouac
Jack, I cannot claim to know you.
That's the simple truth, and would it
were otherwise is my current lament.
You were born a half generation
ahead of me. Your journeys were ending
just as mine were about to begin in earnest.
What your journeys discovered and passed on
I will let historians of the adventurers
of the Beat Generation relate. What you achieved
in literature those deeply moved by your
novels and poems can best proclaim. I will
listen and learn from them: they carry
your spirit in their lives and impart it
to the world. One of them, who calls himself
The Roncesvalles Poet, a Frenchman like yourself
in background, Richard Wlodarski, keeps your being
fresh and living. He embodies your service to
The Open Road, your commitment to truth-telling,
your quest for a golden scripture that will light
our ways. Jack, we see this clearly now, forty-nine years
since you lived among us, you were the modern Odysseus:
again and again you launched on new voyages,
always nearing home you kept venturing outward,
seeking new spaces those coming after you could
occupy, new homelands left in the wake of your
voyaging. We sense you still, out there, summoning
us to match your adventure to seek a Golden Eternity.
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