Dear god! it's only a few days in and I've already fallen off the NaBloPoMo virtual wagon! I'll post 2 today. Here's part one - a poem I wrote for a friend who was moving to Italy. The poem is more about my feelings after I came back from spending a semester in London in college, leaving a place knowing you may never go back... (hopefully, post part deux won't be nearly as sappy!)
even now, thousands of miles and too many years away,
i think
if i could walk far enough down the street,
if i could turn the perfect corner at the perfect time,
the light and the air would shift in coolness - like a quick breath -
and i would be there again.
the people would fly past me as they did before,
unaware my being there was anything unusual.
i'd smile, spiting the everydayness of the scene,
and i'd walk by the places i knew:
the grocery store,
my bus stop,
the bit of broken sidewalk i passed over everyday:
i used to guess its shape like clouds in the sky.
i'm jealous of those who live there now,
complacent of the place, the air, the sidewalk.
just knowing it's there,
that is continues without me,
that i am somehow trivial,
brings a slight smile to my lips,
makes a sweet pang in my chest,
and, yes, it does tug at my heartstrings.
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