A Visit From the Muse

Lately, I wish there were more time and space available to me to write. I need a quiet environment, free of distractions. Inspiration. A song in my heart. All of these options were available to me the last couple of days with state-mandated testing. Oh, I know, I should be walking up and down rows throughout the testing...but I didn't. I should be staring at students as they work...but I wasn't. So sue me.

Instead, I found myself writing a poem today, the first one in a long, long time. It's not perfect, but it's pretty good. It sings to me. When I finished it, I teared up; it was a moment of catharsis.

Here it is: any and all feedback is welcome and appreciated, however technical or non-technical you want to get. Or just read it and enjoy the poem. Or not. 

But here it is.

Look Homeward, Angel

A Lullaby for My Mother

 

a hapless midge ferried by eddys

of names, dates, and places,

my mother floats through today,

 a day similar to yesterdays

when someone who looks like me

and speaks my words brought gifts

to ebb the rising tides of fluids

building in her body, a swollen river

dammed by Ace wraps and Depends

doldrums compounded by weak winds.

this meandering river bears my mother

towards the sea of memory where

refrigerators await with open doors

and maws of stoves call for pizza

and rangetops illuminate the horizon,

her path home.