Poetry
Seeker
(An excerpt from High Street to the Indigo Dream)
I grew up on High Street
State Route Forty Eight
in a village anchored and bridged
by churches. Three stoplights
five pizza places, surrounded by
cornfields and cemeteries.
The Stillwater River crawled
the west cliff; if you are looking
for the big city, or fast food
head east under the huge Ohio skies
through the country, past the
skating rink.
I loved growing up there, riding
our bikes anywhere we wanted, to the
candy story for penny fish, sour gummies
and tangy taffy, down in the woods
on the island, our legs dangling from
the fallen birch tree.
I loved growing up there
Chinese jump ropes
throwing softballs
with my best friends
junior high dances
trampolines and camping.
I loved growing up there, my dad
the mayor, my mom the teacher
my brother the football-turned-rock
star had already begun touring the world.
When it was time to leave I was ready.
But George the hippie was right
when he sang Cat Stevens in my
mom's basement and said
Truth is one big solitary journey, man
I wish I would have asked him
about peace.
(An excerpt from High Street to the Indigo Dream)
I grew up on High Street
State Route Forty Eight
in a village anchored and bridged
by churches. Three stoplights
five pizza places, surrounded by
cornfields and cemeteries.
The Stillwater River crawled
the west cliff; if you are looking
for the big city, or fast food
head east under the huge Ohio skies
through the country, past the
skating rink.
I loved growing up there, riding
our bikes anywhere we wanted, to the
candy story for penny fish, sour gummies
and tangy taffy, down in the woods
on the island, our legs dangling from
the fallen birch tree.
I loved growing up there
Chinese jump ropes
throwing softballs
with my best friends
junior high dances
trampolines and camping.
I loved growing up there, my dad
the mayor, my mom the teacher
my brother the football-turned-rock
star had already begun touring the world.
When it was time to leave I was ready.
But George the hippie was right
when he sang Cat Stevens in my
mom's basement and said
Truth is one big solitary journey, man
I wish I would have asked him
about peace.
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