Dog Sledding in the Diaspora
This is a tale of a desert land that yields
a prickly sun
bizarre behavior
and rotten eggs
This desert snuggled against San Jacinto Mountains
looking for shade
from the relentless heat
Agua Caliente Indians found
receptive canyons
glossy green foliage like mint popsicles
mystical bubbling springs
They settled and called the land Se-Kh
They practiced the 42 Oracles
I will not be an eavesdropper
I will not speak overmuch
I will not waste water
I will not pee in the Jacuzzi
In their creation story
twin cosmic brothers Mukat and Temayawet
made
tobacco
the sacred pipe
the six directions
GPS for men who would not ask directions
They pulled rising and setting suns
from their hearts
to light the sacred pipes
The sun burned the people
who were closest to it
a black color
those further away
a brown color
did not affect
white people who ran to the north
and discovered ice hockey
Mukat and Temayawet argued over
whose creation was best
When the people they created
began to leave
Mukat grasped the red people
and kept them with him
They became
the Cahuilla Indians
He promised them
abundant land
and shares in future gambling casinos
The U.S. government
took most of the desert away from them
and gave it to the railroad
which sold parcels to fair-skinned promoters from the east
Hollywood filmmakers
who heard about the restorative powers of the waters
and had not yet learned about skin cancer
came in Packards and discovered the desert
They built golf courses and tennis courts
and lie in the searing sun
They name a road Rio del Sol
later call it Bob Hope Drive
when they believe in entertainers
and not the universe
The federal government allocated pillaged reservation land
to individual members of the tribe
in a process called “allotment” that meant
“don’t hit on 17”
They called the desert land Palm Springs
The quiet but determined flock from the north
began flying back
Canadians
who slammed doors against the frigid north
traveled to the desert
and then told the local residents how great it was back home
Winter was on a Tuesday this year
The clouds hung low
it rained hard and dark in the morning
In the afternoon
the skies cleared
to a boastful blue
there was snow on the three mountains that defined the land
People so inclined took out their cross country ski equipment
A Canadian venture capitalist told the Palm Springs Chamber of Commerce
“The greatest recreational sport available in Canada
is eco-terrorist husky dog sledding across snow-covered trails”
The Chamber looking for ways to duplicate the experience
discovered that dog sledding in the desert
differed from sledding in Banff or the Yukon
In Canada, the sled glided smoothly and quietly over the snow
in the desert, it clunked over sand, cactus, and tumbleweed
In Canada, the tour operators were Eddie Bauer head to toe
in the desert, as old as the sand, cactus, and tumbleweed
In Canada
Huskies, Malamutes, Samoyeds, dogs with stocky builds
and coats from
Barneys
in the desert
smaller dogs
anything that can be held in one hand
Eighteen Chihuahuas pulling a feisty
fearless Yosemite Sam through
succulents and lizards
The next day it was 82°
The spiky barbs of the sun licked the mountaintops
and snow began to melt
Ski equipment went back in the closet
preventing serious knee injuries
Plans continued for the dog sledding venture
For two months the desert dwellers were on the cusp
greeting each other with
“Isn’t the weather beautiful?”
“Enjoy it now”
“It’s going to be hot soon.”
It is 95°
In the spring children
hunted for Easter eggs
If they missed any and found them later
it gave new meaning to the term
“last one is a rotten egg”
It is 102°
Men in the desert, wearing Tommy Bahama shirts
and cotton Dockers the color of maize
received a potential present in their Easter baskets
They read with raised interest that researchers from a university in Italy
found that release of hydrogen sulphide
the gas
responsible for the rotten egg odor
played a role in creating erections
These experts looked for an alternative to Viagra
which was effective
in 80-85 percent of the general male population
When men did not buy dinner for their date
before they got laid
the percentage fell
to an alarming 38 percent
Most desert residents would not cook dinner
They would not go near an open flame for fear they would combust
It was 118°
It was time for the summer winds
blowing hot and full of sand
The wind crashed like waves at Waimea
Sand from the desert floor moved across the valley
as though it wanted a change of scenery
To imagine what this wind felt like
cook a turkey
open the oven
stand in front of it
Put an industrial fan on your right and a sun lamp on your left
Shake salt over your head
After 15 minutes if your facial muscles still move, eat the turkey
The sun blisters
It is 124°
A resident boiled a 3-minute egg in his swimming pool
Household dogs swam with only their noses above water
They looked like submersibles
In September it was 130°
No life form moves in the desert
Lizards and snakes book a room at Travelodge
A local pack of Pekinese and Pomerians
trained for the Manitoba Hudson Bay dog sled race
A Labrador retriever sheepishly admitted that it sounded so romantic
adventurous
and cool
She went to Canada for Thanksgiving
She did not understand that she would have to run great distances with a team of other dogs
there would be a dog running in front of her
she would be looking at its butt
and
with an empty heart
she would not see the sun
And that is The End of this Tale
From the author:
I live in Palm Springs, which provided the initial inspiration for the poem. I researched the history of the Native Americans and infiltration of eastern business interests and U.S. military into the area. The rest of the poem came from my skewed brain.
wow – what a wonderful journey of a tale – history retold effectively
Lovely work, Kat. The cadence of the work is fantastic and I love the way the lines spill down the page.
Fantastic, have been to Palm Springs several times, know the general area – you captured it humorously and stirred the historical desert pot so the grains of sand could fly with poignance on the breeze. Thanks!