Doing the time warp (again)
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I was taken by surprise, that first time, going back
that everything was not just as I had left it
at eighteen when I skidaddled out of there
as fast as my legs would carry me
Stretching the elastic, praying it would snap
Not stopping to look back to catch
my father’s smiles and waves
or my mother’s withheld blessing
I had imagined that they’d still be there
Held in some magical time warp.
While I was off on the bus with Kathy and the gang
all of us come to look for America
(new pastures, new people, new me)
they’d be going about their frozen lives
waiting for my return
with laurels for the prodigal daughter
So I was shocked by the boarded up windows
The patch of scrub where the branch library had stood
stacked with promises of escape
The red phone box gone
The church locked up
Only hostile stares from tattoo-ed young men
wondering who the strange woman was
looking around from her parked car
Sad that he died soon after I left
Sad that I never did get her blessing
for anything I did
No love
Lost
I learned to do without it
Learned to give and receive it
from more big-hearted women
Sisters and I
Doing it for ourselves
Benedict-us.
JACKIe GOODE