Tuesday, March 07, 2017

About to Set Sail 

This is a rewrite of a poem, The Visit, that I wrote in 2009 and posted here on November 19, 2009. 

About to Set Sail

Where is the guava tree of my youth?
I used to climb it with bare feet
my arms clutching its coarse trunk
while I searched for a fruit.
I could tell when one was ripe for the picking.

I remember the small tree house
my father built with his strong hands.
It was where I could see the river flow east,
where I shot bouncing pebbles
as the day retired.
I could tell when a boat
was about to sail north.

Where is the bench I shared
with the girl who gave me my first kiss?
We used to sit together,
spent countless hours
just watching the moon.

I was told she got married when
I went away to see the world.
I long for her tiny face, her long black hair
that swayed with the wind. Her wet lips
reddened by the lollipop we shared.
That made it a very sweet kiss.

 A bank now stands where the tree
 once was. People continue to go about
their own business. Nothing to do with me.
No traces of my little house
no girl who waits patiently for me.

I have been trapped within the pages
of a book I should have closed.
The time is ripe for me to move on.
Finally, the boat is ready to set out to sea.




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