finerfeeling
Today I thought about my old neighborhood
Riding my bike around the bayou
The duck pond
Friends’ houses who have long moved away, still sentimental
I think of my bedroom
Which I avoided, because to me it meant loneliness
But not quite as lonely as this
And my mother’s bathroom
With wall to wall mirrors
Where I sat, at the vanity
Hundreds of times
Getting ready for dates
Or outings with friends
Listening to the radio as I combed through my hair
Sometimes mom would come in, and tell me that I looked beautiful
Sometimes I left the house in haste, angry at my father
Other times I sat in the tranquility of the darkening skies
and nesting birds on my back porch
Pretending I too was dissolving
My home is scattered
It is with those that I love
Some are here
And some are gone
I will be home again in the end