... escape plan #1: age five ... a model T in tall grass parked inside the pasture ... I turn the metal handle / hop inside ... an imaginary sun sets behind the rockies
Teresa, these three poems are great and, to me, particularly potent when they run together like this. There's a feeling of an inescapable shadow always at one's heels; or, perhaps, an unnameable longing, forever out of reach, that one chases after. It hits home for me in the place where I'm familiar with my own modes of flight.
Oh, yes, that was my backup plan, but as a girl it seemed farther out of reach ... I yearned to hop a freight train ... taking me anywhere but where I was ... wanderlust for me started early and hit hard ... you, too, it seems ... love your comments.
Teresa, these three poems are great and, to me, particularly potent when they run together like this. There's a feeling of an inescapable shadow always at one's heels; or, perhaps, an unnameable longing, forever out of reach, that one chases after. It hits home for me in the place where I'm familiar with my own modes of flight.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Seth. Your last sentence makes me smile ... so many modes of flight ... :) It's good to hear from you.
DeleteI like your mode of transportation. My plan was to hop the freight train that ran past our house.
ReplyDeleteOh, yes, that was my backup plan, but as a girl it seemed farther out of reach ... I yearned to hop a freight train ... taking me anywhere but where I was ... wanderlust for me started early and hit hard ... you, too, it seems ... love your comments.
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