Reimagined French Postcards
Pulled over on the side of the road,
My two friends become something new.
Some time ago she had been my lover,
And longer ago, he a childhood friend.
Resting together in the tall grass
The power of our new bond dawns on me suddenly.
Not of blood,
Not of flesh,
Not of law,
But of the horizon.
Consummated by the rain on the windshield,
The sweat in the un-airconditioned car,
The thunder tearing through open skies,
This brief moment of belonging lingers like lilacs
Or the unwarranted smile we all shared.
Long hours in the back seat make my back ache,
But my anxious mind finds much needed rest
In your company.
Watching clouds wander
Not one keeps its shape for long
Against that steady backdrop of deep blue.
May 25th, 2013 at 5:45 pm
Eli,
This was a well-thought out project, taking its inspiration from the Victorian era cards, its challenge to classification and specificity from Foucault, and its evocative poeticism from Whitman and other readings. Like your acting ability, I had not known that you were interested in writing poetry, since your essays have been written in such a clear academic style, so bravo to your range of talents!