I threw away his homework because he called me ugly He had many things disappear that year I felt better and better each and every single day People really should know: They ask for it when they pick on other people— Bullies can become the prey
We rode through the field To get to the old barn— A stack of antique windows Would soon be ours! The smile on Pa’s face Gave us consent to feel free To take a few pieces of the past From his tobacco farm
We cautiously climbed over Unsteady wood—piled high Evading rusty nails and idle tools To gather our handsome treasures A crack of thunder made us rush To load up the truck We closed the barn doors and drove off Leaving behind—
Just another memory
To settle under the dust
Felt so great To be alive Dancing on tables Reckless, but totally fine Dreams that were planted Grew strong in bright light Confidently standing— I was 25 Survival was pretty Flowed just like water Every little thing
Was going to be alright
If I could go back And speak to me at 25 34 me would say: Breathe it all in, man Today is the day Shake it and take it As much as you can You can do anything You’re only 25! Just like I wanted
To say to 19 me— When I was 25
Earlier this week, I found myself drifting off in space. Just another one of those sudden occasions when I don’t purposely zone out but, rather, catch myself after the fact and wonder precisely how long I was away. Suffice it to say, I was not in the tiny town in which I currently reside during my respite.
Handsome buildings stand tall, lining either side of the streets, in many of my favorite cities. When I came back down to earth, I so yearned for my shoes to be frolicking down the sidewalk in one of these magical places, rather than resting on the dull carpet under my desk. The eye-catching sides of the buildings were calling my name. Louder so than usual.
I started feeling uncomfortable and wondered how I could shake the feeling. So, I started Google searching (a common habit of mine) ways to stop missing a person, place, or thing. One of the suggestions I found was to not try to squash the feelings and to simply let them stay a while. Playing a certain song or finding the perfect station on Pandora, associated with the memories, was recommended. I took the advice.
An idea shot in my brain — I can use Google Maps to look up a place where I would like to be and then zoom around from there. Like walking! I went to three locations in my cities. I so enjoyed meandering about, albeit digitally. Although the smells, sounds, and tastes were absent, I had the images right there in front of me. Just a click of the mouse and I was happier.
The experience felt nice and helped me to be more in-the-moment. The walls of my room didn’t seem as painfully unlike the impressive buildings with the beautiful sides. A sadness lifted a bit. Although I can never be in more than one place at a time, there is comfort in knowing I can type in an address and at least see the places I am missing. Virtual bliss.
So many dreams Held so very tight Headed to the future Floatingtoward light But one day, He looked down A bowl now empty Wondering where to go Thanking God He still had feet Hold still for the photo Smile big— They all said Peeking around each corner Listening to every sound Tasting all the moments Waiting Painfully waiting For a new dream To be found