Tuesday, January 04, 2011

Epiphanies

Here's a poem for today ...
These things are not the same --
hope and longing
listening for the sound of green shoots
pushing up through frozen soil
remembering my sons
as I watch two little boys with their dad at the Target
wanting to shoot hoops on aging knees
when I catch a stale breeze
while walking past a gym doorway.
I'm trying to remember what the old school looked like
back before the new one.
When they say, "I want my country back"
is this what they feel?

1 comment:

The Singing Farm Wife said...

This is lovely and says it so well. Aren't all epiphanies bittersweet?