A Place Called Here

Sep 5

A place called here, is somewhere I don’t know very well.

Here is the place between the past and the present.

Here is the place where the memories are.

But I don’t love them until later,

When I am looking for their pieces between the seats in my car

On the way to the next

I wish I knew more about here.

I look far into tomorrow--far ahead in this flat desert

Waiting for an echo back, and proof that there is something up there

Something worth wearing myself out for.

But here I am in this desert

Between two oases

Thirsty, but not realizing that here is somewhere worth being

Somewhere worth seeing

I have lived my life climbing this rope

Waiting for the top of this cliff

And when I finally reach it,

I will miss the climb.

Nightbirde

Jane Marczewski

Distance