When I was a junior
I attended the Geraldine R. Dodge
and saw poets like Mark Doty
and Naomi Shihab Nye
and talked of
I was still exploring the beauty of words
but I was
quick to make long lasting friends
whose poems I wish lasted longer.
At a gazebo in the center square
I attempted to slam a song I had written
It was the fist time my
was met with applause.
I remember thinking ,
“How beautiful to be in such a community,
surrounded by a mutual appreciation for the aesthetic nature
of the lyrical manifestation of the human endeavor.”
I remember wishing that gazebo were my home.
I don’t think I stopped smiling that day.
For so long I craved that familiar taste,
that tingle on the tip of my tongue as
similes seep and metaphors move my
lust leaking lips to lively up and
praise the purity of poetry.
A few months ago I found redbubble.com
and was greeted with a smile
and a mat that said
“home, sweet home”
I don’t think I’ve stopped smiling since.