Saturday, December 10, 2005

places

Becky’s recent post (and our related conversations about going home and growing up and how much we’ve learned and changed over the semester) reminded me of a poem I had been working on. And since ideas bouncing around between blogs and through comments is one of my favorite things about weblogging, I thought I’d post it here. See also my July post anticipating some of these thoughts too. Critiques, comments, or further discussion invited:

I have become intertwined with this place

It is almost as if the pavement
presses back against my foot
in a more friendly way, now
that we know each other.
As if the swing of my hips
has learned to match the
quirks of this sidewalk.

I wonder if my last place will
still recognize me when I return.
If the rhythms of its staircases
will re-enter my legs,
if the gentle curves of its streets
still fit the steps my car and I
dance together, hands, feet,
wheels in sync.

I wonder if it will fold me back
Like a missing page or lost coin.
Or if it will pull away,
Curious of this familiar new
friend-stranger.
Our reunion simultaneously
awkward and expected,
like an adolescence.

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

Beautiful poem, Bethany. Kathy B.

Ryan said...

it's a sad day in seattle when bethany no longer links to me. am i being punished for going too long between posts? i'm back, baby... :)

sonya said...

Stop writing amazing poems, Bethany! Because now I can't say, "my roommate wrote that!" I miss you. Thank goodness for cellphone, IM, and the internet in general. :)

I'll admit I was a bit confused about the coin and/or folding back pages. But maybe I just need to read it when it's not 3:30am.

Why am I up at 3:30am? Because it's just something inherent in my nature? Because I had a craving for several glasses of Coke paying no heed to the caffeine until too late? Because I'm excited about going home very very soon? Because there's a good song playing on my iTunes right now? Because I think depriving myself of sleep now will enable me to go to sleep dang early tomorrow night ("tonight") so I'll be able to wake up at 4:30am and haul my butt to the airport? Maybe it's one of those.