I
was ready to go
When
the news came
Dad
was getting transferred
Back
to the land from which
We
had been exiled
Just
four years previous
I
was insensitive to some
Too
excited for another change
To
care which bridges were burning
Which
hearts I was breaking
But
the climate had become harsh
On
a purely metaphysical level
And
my Gypsy blood
Had
been percolating of late
Seeking
the change of scenery
The
breaking of bonds
Loosening
of well tied knots
That
would free me from Tucson
And
my longest home town to date
Besides
the fates demanded
That
I arrive back in Tempe
That
particular summer
With
that particular outlook
Breaking
free of the past
Looking
for a future
I
was early to the dance
Like
I always was
She
was early too
Like
she never was
And
I caught her eye
And
when we danced
It
was exciting and new
Pure
and drama free
No
context
Simple
We
returned to the same street
Just
a block over
And
we had a pool
For
the first time
Since
moving to Hell’s Doorstep
And
when I invited her over
Oblivious
of the burden
That
a pool party implied
She
came any way
Stayed
and talked
Watch
me skateboard
Displaying
tricks
And
self-absorption
She
saw through it and stayed
A little longer still
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