Thataway
Thataway. Farther. Further.
Keep walking. Yup, that’s it, keep going.
You know the territory here.
Are you concerned. It concerns you,
this place fits so snug into what
you expected. How to experience this
gridlock of verb tenses, hindsight
yanking on the needle of your compass.
Keep going, pass the post office,
past it. You passed it, actually, about a mile
or twenty back. I didn’t tell you
at the time. Because I didn’t want to hurt
your feelings. You are doing such a fine
job of navigating. I can’t take over for you
now, but I will help. You’re getting
warmer. Warmer. Hot. Hotter, hotter, burning,
excruciating solar heat. Whoops,
there go your wings. Melting. Burning. On fire.
Boy would I love if someone guided me like that some days...hotter, hotter, hotter! You never run out! Amazing! xoxo
ReplyDeleteYou passed it, actually, about a mile
ReplyDeleteor twenty back.
This is fabulous writing, Hannah, love the voice in it.
Merry holidays to you!
Oh my word, I LOVE the ending to this. Icarus meets childhood games.
ReplyDelete"hindsight yanking on the needle of your compass."
ReplyDeleteI love that line.
It's wonderful hearing your voice read your own poems. Beautiful job Hannah.