California has changed my mind
pulling strings of thoughts 
beginning this morning in bed 
listening to the dialogue of a TV movie 
without eyes opening to its scenes. 
Into the darkness of my head came 
a curiosity that often does.
When listening to Becky talk 
about her family out here
with each name she spoke 
in the recounting of that or this, 
a representation formed in me
that would play the part of each one
though I'd  seen pictures of them. 
Everyone does this.
None of these head people had 
an appearance.  I experience 
Becky's memories in a way 
that connects the need in me. 
California has changed my mind. 
From under the covers lifting up
for a peek. The look of the story I had 
been listening to had surprising features.
This time was different  I must 
have been different too somehow. I think 
California has changed my mind. 
What raised me to the edge of bed 
hours before the sun could rise 
and start me off to California 
even though I had never seen it 
either before or after, or ever in my life
but the vision of my own selfhood, 
which I have known too much 
was becoming itself imaginary.
Living in the east, mostly in Buffalo.
getting west was the main key 
to happiness. People planned 
for California, and  acted not
only like they'll be leaving jail 
they would be waking in a new dimension. 
and most I've never heard from again, 
and contrasts among third party impressions 
out here surprise me so. I now know 
in striking ways when I heard mention  
of out here it would play through me. 
the way me and Becky sleep with TV 
on through the night, but this time different 
because out here, this California is not 
the same as California is where we're from. 
It's not the end of some rainbow, 
it's a trip of too many hours. 
From here it's barely a destination
It's more a chore to be done. With one
of her family standing with me
in the Washington state rain, and the mountain 
ghost, Rainier, somewhere behind the clouds 
looking at  the brown grass around us, he said, 
'It's starting to look just like California here too 
but what are you going to do? '                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                    