In the summer of 2022
I stood at the teetering edge of the continent
letting the rhythmic pulse of the Pacific sting my toes
while I considered
the simultaneous strangeness and familiarity
of life in 2022.
. . .
In the summer of 2022
I rummaged restlessly through the brown paper bags of my soul
looking for ruptures and torn places
hoping for healing and strength
listening to the ominous rustlings
of life in 2022.
. . .
In the summer of 2022
I stood in the towering heat of the central valley
feeling the dryness of my bones
while I lifted my eyes to the unmoving mountains
and whispered my petitions and pleas
for life in 2022.
Boromax,
I hope it will be a great summer and plans come together better than you anticipate.
Thanks, Gary
On Mon, Jan 17, 2022 at 8:32 AM ~ Trivial Music Silliness ~ wrote:
> boromax posted: ” From flywichita.com In the summer of 2022 I stood at > the teetering edge of the continent letting the rhythmic pulse of the > Pacific sting my toes while I considered the simultaneous strangeness and > familiarity of life in 2022. . . . ” >
By: gpavants on January 19, 2022
at 12:57 am
Thank you, Gary. I’m not sure why this piece came to me addressing a season yet to come, it just did. I have no particular plans for this summer. A lot can happen in six months!
Ed.
By: boromax on January 19, 2022
at 2:04 am
Powerful imagery. Praying for a year filled with good things you didn’t even see coming! 👌🏻🙏🏻 May 2022 be a blessing to you!!
By: peachandbatman on January 24, 2022
at 2:34 am
Thank you, P&B! My prayers for great things for you, too!
By: boromax on February 23, 2022
at 11:44 pm
Brown paper bags of the soul. That line will stick with me.
By: artiecamenzind on February 2, 2022
at 7:21 pm
Thank you, Artie. May your soul’s brown paper bags be durable and filled with many good things!
By: boromax on February 23, 2022
at 11:46 pm
beautifully written, Ed; a moving piece; particularly liked ‘rummaging through the brown paper bags of my soul’:)
By: johnlmalone on March 18, 2022
at 11:03 pm
Thank you, John!
By: boromax on March 19, 2022
at 12:11 am
Looking ahead to another summer! Thanks for sharing this poem.
By: bigskybuckeye on March 30, 2022
at 6:35 pm
Thank you for reading and commenting, BSB!
By: boromax on March 30, 2022
at 6:50 pm
Wonderfully evocative and full of longing, Ed.
By: mitchteemley on March 31, 2022
at 10:14 pm
Thank you, Mitch.
[Hey, btw, I mentioned Isaac Air Freight to some friends while planning for a Passover seder last night… 🙂 Specifically ‘Jerusalem Dragnet’]
By: boromax on March 31, 2022
at 10:54 pm
Life is a good thing.
By: dumbestblogger on April 1, 2022
at 12:15 am
That it is.
By: boromax on April 1, 2022
at 4:26 am
“the brown paper bags of my soul” – this is such a good line!
By: Jewish Young Professional "JYP" on April 4, 2022
at 10:37 am
Thank you, JYP!
By: boromax on April 4, 2022
at 3:14 pm
Sticky tape is good for mending and healing paper bags……
By: donmatthewspoetry on April 4, 2022
at 2:51 pm
True. I always keep several different colors of sticky tape on hand for that very reason. I keep paper bags around for decades that way.
By: boromax on April 4, 2022
at 3:15 pm
That’s right. never throw a good bag out…..
By: donmatthewspoetry on April 4, 2022
at 3:56 pm
Especially the bigger bag in which the other bags are kept…
By: boromax on April 4, 2022
at 4:11 pm
You are a well-organized houseman…..
By: donmatthewspoetry on April 5, 2022
at 2:10 am
…don’t tell anyone…
By: boromax on April 5, 2022
at 3:07 am