Monday, December 2, 2013

Home

One more time
down the spine
of I-35.
South a hundred miles of highway
and blackjack bordered sky.
To a wide spot in the road;
head west at the Jesus sign.

Home -
the state of half grown,
and a country all its own.

For Open Link Monday at Real Toads

21 comments:

Susan said...

It's time travel in a surreal geography--I have always thought it more real when the memories, folks, food and actions have only one foot in the present. Mirrors lie in that place where there is always one more time until there isn't.

Lorraine said...

I want a home...so much it's killing me

The Sentinel said...

Traveling, when I young. Feeling a destination, yet having no destination. Never finding the destination. Maybe the travel itself was my essence all along. This poem evoked those old feelings in me.

Sumana Roy said...


a fantastic closing line...

grapeling said...

killer final stanza

Sherry Blue Sky said...

Oh, that kicker of a closing stanza......"the state of half grown". Perfection.

Brian Miller said...

ha. nice close on this one....the left at the jesus sign struck me funny as well...smiles.

Helen said...

I think I must have turned right at the Jesus sign ... Or was it a U-turn?

Margaret said...

Good Ol' I-35. We used to travel with a FULL van on holidays. Every reminder to "love" is a good thing :)

razzamadazzle said...

That's quite the road trip!

Rachelle Smith Stokes said...

Have you been to Dayton?! The highway name and the Jesus, (Touchdown Jesus now a giant Jesus). Just made me think of driving around. And the lines of home, trying to keep one up. Being an adult but still struggling.

Grandmother (Mary) said...

This conjures up the feeling of always being younger than we really are and home as a state of mind as much as an actual state.

Susie Clevenger said...

Home is definitely a world of its own if we love it or hate returning to it...Love everything about this piece.

Robert Bourne said...

You had me back in the eighteen wheeler singing those words to a tune...

Sioux said...

The first stanza is a kicker...The end ia a zinger. Heck, the whole thing kicks ass...

blueoran said...

Signpoints of a geography that all point out why someone would leave home in the first place. The beauty is brutal and threadbare and aches even deeper for it.

Lydia said...

"blackjack bordered sky" is a curious description and an amazing site to see on the way home!

I love that last stanza: marvelous.

kaykuala said...

The clincher in the ending. Nicely MZ!

Hank

Fireblossom said...

I don't think I can go back to where I grew up. I think they have guards who make you establish a personal worth of at least 500K before you can enter the city limits! *turns out pockets, watches a fly fly out*

Liz Rice-Sosne said...

Loved this. Finding home. I went back because it was my job - my responsibility. I didn't like it one bit. Of course the going back took several years.

Marian said...

yeah, rules don't apply there do they? above the law or what have you.