One more time
down the spine
of I-35.
South a hundred miles of highway
and blackjack bordered sky.
To a wide spot in the road;
head west at the Jesus sign.
Home -
the state of half grown,
and a country all its own.
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About Me
- Maude Lynn
- Anybody who has survived his childhood has enough information about life to last him the rest of his days. ---Flannery O'Connor
21 comments:
It's time travel in a surreal geography--I have always thought it more real when the memories, folks, food and actions have only one foot in the present. Mirrors lie in that place where there is always one more time until there isn't.
I want a home...so much it's killing me
Traveling, when I young. Feeling a destination, yet having no destination. Never finding the destination. Maybe the travel itself was my essence all along. This poem evoked those old feelings in me.
a fantastic closing line...
killer final stanza
Oh, that kicker of a closing stanza......"the state of half grown". Perfection.
ha. nice close on this one....the left at the jesus sign struck me funny as well...smiles.
I think I must have turned right at the Jesus sign ... Or was it a U-turn?
Good Ol' I-35. We used to travel with a FULL van on holidays. Every reminder to "love" is a good thing :)
That's quite the road trip!
Have you been to Dayton?! The highway name and the Jesus, (Touchdown Jesus now a giant Jesus). Just made me think of driving around. And the lines of home, trying to keep one up. Being an adult but still struggling.
This conjures up the feeling of always being younger than we really are and home as a state of mind as much as an actual state.
Home is definitely a world of its own if we love it or hate returning to it...Love everything about this piece.
You had me back in the eighteen wheeler singing those words to a tune...
The first stanza is a kicker...The end ia a zinger. Heck, the whole thing kicks ass...
Signpoints of a geography that all point out why someone would leave home in the first place. The beauty is brutal and threadbare and aches even deeper for it.
"blackjack bordered sky" is a curious description and an amazing site to see on the way home!
I love that last stanza: marvelous.
The clincher in the ending. Nicely MZ!
Hank
I don't think I can go back to where I grew up. I think they have guards who make you establish a personal worth of at least 500K before you can enter the city limits! *turns out pockets, watches a fly fly out*
Loved this. Finding home. I went back because it was my job - my responsibility. I didn't like it one bit. Of course the going back took several years.
yeah, rules don't apply there do they? above the law or what have you.
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