I’LL MEET YOU AT THE LAMPPOST
submitted by the Library Member, Venessa Mason
It has been 25 long years
My celebrated friend
There was a time you visited much more often
I miss you desperately
And would love to see you again,
But rather than wait, I will let more time pass.
The other morning was a close call
Sub-degrees were on my side,
And I half-hoped that you would make a surprise visit
It seemed a ridiculously simple request at the time
But alas, another near miss.
Idle musings, remembering how you appeared
At times, audaciously
Erupting with seismic force;
Attacking with a firm and determined grasp on anything, anyone in your path
Gravity working overtime
As you advanced vigorously, endless and Earthward
Tapering off but for a moment, then pouncing again,
Stronger than before.
More often though, you unfolded like a lullaby
Melodious, gentle, and paced
A graceful curtsy on an easy wind
You were a lovely cosmos of awe-inspiring configurations
Beauty beyond reckoning
Such loveliness Glistening against the light of the moon as evening fell into night.
How precise your cognitive map,
Guided, no doubt, by some Divine Hand
Knowing always a perfect arrangement
Transforming Block after City block into tidy rows
Of miniature houses hiding under pearly bonnets;
As a body, a silvery forest
You made your mark, indelibly.
Never you mind, the naysayers
I welcome you always………anytime
You make for me, a special event of the every day
Saturating the scene with merriment
And Featuring picturesque views
That add aesthetic value to the mundane.
My heavens! That ten-block trek from school to home, was
Each afternoon, a fretful anticipation
But you made an adventure of it
Indulging our fancies with Frolic and Fun fights
Slipping and sliding haphazardly we were, otherwise endeavoring to remain upright.
Michigan flashbacking, and I am there once more
Spying neighbors digging for hours to level a parking space out front
Daring anyone to swoop in while they are away.
Everyone in resonance on streets downtown, all having the same idea as they brave the elements
Seeking refuge just inside tall heated buildings
Hustling and bustling, bundling up, Trampling through, and
Pausing just for a moment to greet an acquaintance or to catch a breath.
Then, the slowest crawl……. through traffic on I-94,
Hours it took, to travel minutes away
Free from worries, I was
Giddy with exhaustion, I loved it all
That’s how it played out affectionately, under your spell
…….. I loved it all.
One quiet night I dashed out into the middle of the street
And danced with abandon in a vague brand of madness
Just having my own private parade under the lamppost
Surely neighbors peering through curtains
Wondering whether some loony had just escaped WARD 7.
On and on I danced with you
For as long as I could, for as long as you stayed
I wished it were longer
I know, I know.
You must move on; disappear, actually.
There are days when my only dream is to drift forward with you, to the past
To the site of memories held dear
And maybe at the right place and
At the right time
A hunch? A hope
I will find you there, back on the job
For a chance again, to dance under the lamppost.
‘Til then, I’ll bide my time
Get on with my day
And delight in the comforting thought that
In this world,
At this very moment,
At least Somewhere…….it is snowing.
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