I spent the afternoon yesterday at Dolores Park with a few friends - gorgeous day, great decision, etc. As we left I passed this guy and couldn’t resist.
Five minutes and $10 later I had a poem on the subject “Home”:
The echoes of children now passing into shadows
Ancient to my memory fresh to all my thoughts
As mud sits in view of all that you were mad about
But somewhere beneath your growl
I’m sure there was a smile
In times when you’re alone
And in imagining this, I feel home.
This weekend was a weird one. A year ago Saturday, I woke up in Spain to the news that my absolutely-incredible cousin had tragically died. A ago tomorrow, I returned to the States in a rougher landing than I anticipated (METAPHOR).
And what I keep coming back to is this: life is too short. I want to make sure I spend it with people who love me, and I want to love the people I’m with. Love is what made Elissa who she was. There’s nothing else.
PS, here’s the poet’s website. You can order a poem online!