my own bed
my own sheets/pillows/desk
chairs and glasses
need new ones to go home again
in a few days
this back and forth has brought me closer
to a forgotten me
a new face of an old friend
I onced loved
I once loved the sound of breath
outcast
drawn in
like a story well told does to a body
a mind
spirits and water and favorite places
I saw my grandmother this week
thank you
love
for knowing I needed to
without asking
I loved the laughter
tumbling from the cavern of her
woman
grandmother
survival
I made it through the years and the fears
the other side
saw my sisters
Jamrock and curried goat
and my aunt
Uncles
reconciled from the recounting of these visits
conversations with family
friends
disjointed
visits
pieces of me are still there
orange stripes
my Richard Parker
I suppose
parts of a Hyena
and a toothbrush
lime green no less
no cereal
only
the back and home again
will write when I feel more
legitimately
connected
Staceyann
Posted by staceyann at February 22, 2005 07:39 AM