"John the Revelator at the Garage" by Diane Glancy
Poetry
John the Revelator at the Garage
Waldo’s Garage & Collision Repair. A garage is the union of gust & push broom. The mechanics of oil rag. Fender. Door. Bumper. Headlamp. He was called to see the Benghal tiger. To shift gears on the old Range Rover. To shape the edges of the road with his tire tracks. His work at Waldo’s Garage & Collision held to the straight margin of the wall. Afterwards John the Revelator drove the dust roads for events. No one wanted to attend. On Patmos the grizzly called for its den but could not find. The whole process installed. Lord you are my radiator. My resolute. My resolution. Your hand smashed with a spike as you became the way you were going. The road not wide enough for all. You were the bridge that bridged the gorge. Your space grew less crowded all the time. The arguments pushed against the wall. Until the pistons ignite.
About the poet:
DIANE GLANCY's latest books are "Piece," "Psalm to Whom(e)" and "A Line of Driftwood, the Ada Blackjack Story." Her other books are on her website, www.dianeglancy.com. Currently she lives in North Central Texas. February 21, she received the 2025 Lifetime Achievement Award from Christianity and Literature at Grove City College in Grove City, Pennsylvania, actually driving there from Texas through winter storms. Actually, another book "Home Is the Road, Wandering the Land, Shaping the Spirit" is another title of one of her books. She has received numerous awards, also on her website.
