Scars from 18 years ago
mark your shoes.
The lost yesterdays
sing tunes –
you’ve forgotten the words.
Dirt devils skip down
that sidewalk you once walked.
A penny looks up from the dirt —
1973.
I found you there lost in the tomorrows
you had not yet dreamed.
Looking at today through eyes
of youth
and age.
I found this poem compelling, for reasons I can’t quite articulate — I think it resonated with me because I’ve lost entirely too many people in the last couple of years, during which time my children have moved on to college and career which has been bittersweet. Something about the tone of this poem fits with all of that, in a deeply emotive way.