Layers within the Years
Bundled in my snowsuit,
I lumbered outside in the cold drifts,
To slide down the neighbor’s hill.
I couldn’t feel my hands or toes,
Or move my legs.
My eyelashes froze. My tears iced over my face.
I questioned, where was I in this?
Ladened with books I walked the campus
Studious and bewildered.
Dressed in a wool blazer, blue beret, and matching pants.
I peered above the stack, lost in contemplation.
My eyes moist with anticipation
My arms trembled with the weight.
I questioned, where was I in this?
Hidden behind spectacles, I carried my one travel bag.
Dressed in a warm fleece sweater, loose fitting pants,
Over compression socks.
I boarded the plane to unknown places.
Suspended in time and space,
I watched the mountains disappear,
The waters sparkle as the sun rose.
My eyes crusted with sandman dust, my neck stiff with sleep rust.
I woke to a different culture.
I answered, this is where I am.
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Loved this Abbe. The process of finding oneself.
Talk with you soon. Hope the lighthouse and music fest went well. i’m back from LA. Glad you liked this.
I’m happy for you that you found your place, something we all long for.
Nice to hear from you. Hope all is well with you. I’m all for being lost, but the sense of well being along the way is so important.