Monday, May 21, 2012

The Trajectory of Flying Memories

I wrote 8 poems for my final project and performed them in class.  Here is the first one:


The Trajectory Of Flying Memories

Hand in hand, we stand in line.
One in front of another
Like a row of corn,
Heads bowed
Shoulders hunched
Waiting patiently
In anticipation
Of what we do not yet know.

One by one
The man behind the counter stamps
The watermarked pages,
Crisp clean,
Dog-eared,
Creased perhaps,
Or slightly fraying at the edges,
A history of where,
A record of who.

Weighed down by where we've been
And where we have yet to go,
I cannot seem to see past
The immediate next flight of stairs.
Just then,
A little girl
Clutching her mother's dress
Points to a sign behind us
And I follow the line of intent
To let my eyes linger a little longer.

Silently, I turn to face forward,
Looking ahead
While I tuck my lingering glances
In a safe nook
In the cradle of my heart.


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