Recently I took a creative journey with my daughters and friends to Teotihuacan, Mexico. The trip inspired me to write some poems. Here are two. Maybe more will follow.
I Arrive Home
An ancient country,
Backward people,
Bad water,
Dirty,
Smelly.
I arrive.
I begin to die to exhausting,
Paralyzing voices in my head,
Telling me what to do,
How to live,
Who to be.
I soar to the heights
Of eagles.
I bathe in extravagant,
Undiscriminating
Love.
I stay.
A rich country,
Gentle people,
Thirst quenching,
Cleansing,
Refreshing,
Aroma filled.
I arrive home.
Shackles
It was a beautiful,
Simply elegant
Dress
Complex in the making
First worked in muslin
To test the style and fit.
Then in demure, earth toned
Tiny flowered calico.
A shirtwaist with
Placket, hand worked button holes and collar,
Tiny, perfect pleats
Darts, waistband, belt,
Almost completed when
Someone said,
“What a foolish waste of time.
You could earn enough in a few hours’ time
To buy that silly thing.”
I listened,
And on went the shackles.
(Let it be known that I allowed this.)
And the jail cell closed on the joy of its creation.
Away went the dress,
Unfinished.
Off to work went I, “earning”.
I listened for years.
Years became decades.
Two,
Then three.
A lifetime for some.
The shackles remained.
I railed at the jailor
I begged for release.
Until, finally, painfully I realize,
That the jailor was – is me.
I have the key.
It is my voice, and only my voice that can say,
“Foolish – no, not so much.
Creating feeds my wonderful, foolish soul.
I think I will create some more.”
The shackles drop.
I replace them with anklets of flowers.
I will create.
I spread my wings again,
Breathe deeply,
And fly.
Janie, I love this beautifully stated, honest, and very hopeful poem. Many thanks.
I can feel a bolt loosening on my shackles as I read the verse. Beautiful. I can’t wait to read it again! Janie, you are beautiful.
Dearest Karen – you so helped me find my way! So glad it speaks to you!
My eyes fill with water from the truth and love written.