Tuesday, September 29, 2009

I'm Not There

I always liked coming home.

Didn't matter how sick or tired I was, when I saw the sign at the end of the block, I knew I was safe. Even when I wasn't.

Rose of Sharon - 2009

When we moved here 28 years ago, one major selling point was the backyard, because I liked the park by the rat water but now it was too far away. The backyard would be good for me, I heard. Because I had imagination of a seven-year-old, the backyard was as terrifying as the rooms that had no lamps yet. Then the sun came out.

It may seem like I'm going all Pocahontas, but this house and the land it's on may never be mine in the sense that I can't be removed from it, but I belong to this land. I've bled for the house. But the air makes me live and at the end of the day it's what I want to see. It never leaves me. This is where I am. This is my home. This is my safe place.

Rose of Sharon - 2009

The air is getting colder and soon the flowers will stop blooming. Until next time.

"Everything dies, baby, that's a fact, but maybe everything that dies someday comes back."
-- Bruce Springsteen



BrideOfPorkins said...

Nice flowers.

BrideOfPorkins said...

Why, thank you, me! They just sort of grew there.

Anne D. said...

Talking to yourself? LOL Hey, I do too. ;-)

I totally get what you mean about the yard, the flowers, the safety of your house, how you feel you belong there.