57 North
Meanwhile, back in my poetry lane, here is a page from my upcoming collection called “Climate Change.”
57 North In the dead zone between Paducah and Champaign she asks me what I’ll do now that she's leaving home Wind farms and corn fields line the road to our diverging futures In the rearview mirror I dig through my attic sifting through baby clothes and sticky Shopkins for memorabilia Selfish days when I fed my wanderlust and quenched my thirst for attention while scribbling verses in cracked leather journals as the requisite shots of tequila seared my throat and blurred my judgement I’m hoping to find an answer for her somewhere - maybe in shards of poetry, my vinyl collection or half-spun pottery? My virtual reverie is frequently interrupted by Sirius DJs streaming forever hits from the MTV days Is Vienna still waiting for me? I have slowed down quite a bit after all… I have not yet traveled down under but I will head to the basement to pull out the trophies, medals and certificates that validated the person I was before Motherhood does not have participation awards nor paperweights for years of service nor a podium with medals, bouquets and perma-smiles Gold is measured in every laugh, every smilestone she’s reached Failing her has been my biggest fear I’m all she’s ever had so I’ve had to be perfect anchored stable not someone I'd ever thought I'd be I retrace every step to magically move the monsters under the bed not so easy for those in my head making me second guess every choice I have made to keep her warm and safe and loved The air down here is thick with dust, mold and residue of a life not fully lived My eyes bleed allergens and I still haven’t found what I’m looking for but now the skyscrapers of Chicago are playing peek-a-Boo through the ebullient billboards After a long summer of anticipation and dread Suddenly, it’s time to proudly decorate her new life so the treasure hunt for mine will have to wait until nostalgia rides shotgun on the 57 South
Thdu was beautiful! Thank you for writing it.
Wonderful. You wrote it in a way that makes me forget the constant construction on this road. Quite a feat.