Home-A Poem in Three Parts

Beginning

Years and miles evaporate

like the morning’s ocean fog where

the strong, bright gleam of

friendship holds true.

Holds true like trees that have

weathered decades of sun as we

weathered our own wearying

waves of life, lapping at the edge

of our friendship, threatening

to erode the years of tears

and laughter, the breaking

in between.

In between we hold on, reach

out past the yesterdays touching this

day as we raise high our glasses,

crystal etching the air, the sound

like a chime announcing

we are still here.

Middle

I threw myself at roaring rolls

of foam and froth, abandoned

my limbs skyward as I jumped

the tops of broken, bowing

breakers, exploded in laughter,

surprised after all these years that

I still know how to dive when needed,

that my body remembers the bounce

and bob of moving water and most

of all, recalls the healing taste of salt,

the wondrous sky-blaze balm

that is the sun.

End

The melodious midnight insistence

of cricket backdrops my sleep.

I drift into memories of summer

nights when this accompaniment

was the only sound, a lullaby

for my youthful self; I rest

with a song.

-c. Jody Lee Collins 2017

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I recently returned from a 5 day visit to Southern California, the land where I grew up. I spent my days and evenings with family and friends, enjoying the rich, singular experience of a place that is buried deep in my bones. My mind was flooded with memories when I came home and, as usual, poured out into words. (‘Beginning’ first appeared on this blog in September, 2016).

 

 

3 thoughts on “Home-A Poem in Three Parts

  1. Beautiful, heart-touching poetry as always, Jody. Isn’t it amazing how often time evaporates when we return to people and places of the past? Travel familiar roads from years ago and it feels as if we never left, that our current home is merely a dream. Reunite with family or friends, and the months or years in between visits disappear and we pick up where we left off. We somehow remember surprisingly well how to dive, bounce, and bob in our old haunts with those we’ve known long and well. It is a fascinating phenomenon, and God-given gift.

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  2. Having also returned from a 4 day visit to the land of my growing up years (well from age 4-10) I resonate with this….and actually last week while away on a personal retreat started writing the stories. Can’t wait to get back to it – one more trip to see extended family over Memorial Day and we’ll home for awhile.

    I love how your words seemed to capture the essence of what you experience…the feelings of it. thanks for sharing.

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