Central California Poetry Journal

Volume 96 Number 1




The Poetry of Central California Page 6111

The Poetry of Clark Johnson


Clark, born and raised near Seattle, Washington, has made the Silicon Valley his home for 20 years, since college days at Stanford. He currently resides in Campbell, with his wife and three daughters. He keeps busy testing software at work, diving into worship and spiritual direction at church, and being drawn into lots of volleyball, soccer, piano, dance and school related activitieswith his family.

He enjoys outdoor activities, especially those that have something to do with water (lakes, rivers, oceans, and snow covered slopes).

In the midst of the hubub of the day to day, Clark has spent the last several years finding his voice through drawing and poetry. He has self published a few books of poems and drawings for friends, and will soon have a poem published in "The Ebbing Tide".

His poems range from poem-photos of well loved places to tools for exploring the dynamic and creative tensions encountered along the way.


Snapshots: A Run up to the Dam at Lexington Reservoir



Shells trailered on sun-topped ridge
The grass covered dam sheltering watery course.

Sunlight skips over the rippled surface
brushing with a light marinade
bringing out the texture of the grassy bank.
-----
My first glimpse of the rowing shells from below the dam 11/95



Shell folk congregating around rigged boats
in sweats, socks and sleepy eyed yawns.
murmuring
puttering
preparing
Water borne camaraderie
-----
pre-workout banter around the boat house 11/95


Ah, the water that draws me up such hills.
The calm rippled surface
A reflection dappled pond
is lower now.
Shells glide muffled by shade and distance.

On the water,
Sun's sparkle
Tree's shade
they offset nicely
-----
Watching the crews workout in shells in the AM. 11/95


... and the run back down



Two men at early morning dock work
prying the dock from
slow grasping land
ropes and boards
groans and mutterings
are the tools of the trade

An island, bloomed over weeks of absence
measures the water's drain; unreplentished

But winter comes.
-----
Lexington Reservoir in the early morning - 11/95


Hill
that's what it says.
Its an understatement
Going down
dropping
each step
jars

To the bottom
The swooping grade
allows relaxing
bounce
I'm down
-----
Los Gatos Creek Trail run 11/95


Underside
the bridge
Encampment marks
clothes hung on a snag
near the creek
cluttered stillness

A day begins.
-----
Los Gatos Creek Trail run 11/95

Photos of The Mendocino Headlands



Over the Edge


Striated rocks
a vessel
accepting calmly
the winter roar
of green water waves
Sunlit breeze
blows cold sea air
in muted accompaniment



Sea Gull



Gulls land
buoyed by thick air
blown skyward by winter seas.

A strong push required to get back on top

A smooth bounce to stand perched on a rock
a fixture

Until
he's gone



Solitary



Solitary
stocking cap.
A jacketed bundle perched on the headlands
surveying an active sea

Waiting
drinking in the rumbling stillness
wave crashed
on black rocks
arrayed below.



From the Headlands to the Sea



Hummocks
sodden dirt, lumps of grass
give way to silt washed rocks
projecting hardened points upwards
meeting sky-tossed sea.

The brink
meets waves embrace
tossing joyful children
indestructibly high
crashing delighted to run do it again



Driftwood Logs



Logs coming ashore
undecided in the shore surge

Lumbering shoreward
wave tossed
patient
gaining a finger tip purchase on land

and then washed back for another go



Offshore Cascade



Submerged rocky stage
just offshore

the rumbling surf massing,
released over it,
flattened expansion sweeping over slab-drops and edges.
instant waterfalls filling tidal pools and green water ocean

God's wild garden fountain
abundantly filled
repeatedly exuberant



The Path Back to Town



Sunwarmed grass paths
snake bluff top toward the fences of town.

Buildings rise distant
above the dry grass wintering alone outside civilization

the door back
a gate just ahead.



Winter Weeds



Bits of green
with pink
poke through wet brown
ridge grass



Return



I turn from the sea
from the wind and crash
back to town

the bluff path warm
and silent

The town beckons
Come on inside
and close the door

Welcome back.


The background on this page is a tiled .gif image made from a photograph of Ducks in a reservoir in Central California.

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Copyright © Clark Johnson 1996.

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