MY WORLD I miss my world I miss rolling down my window to feel the brisk 7:00am air as the sun comes up over the mountains on my drive to Golden the bite of Santiago’s spicy breakfast burritos brought as a Friday surprise by a kind co-worker the sound of my own voice complaining about the bottleneck that is Colorado Boulevard feeling sanctimonious as I wait every weekend in the long line for Sunday brunch at The Universal planning trips to Amsterdam, Budapest and the plains of Mongolia that I’m never going to take whining that I can’t find a parking space within 15 feet of the Safeway entrance cursing at college students as they zip by on skateboards almost knocking me down on their way to changing the world When we’re us again if that ever happens and even if we end up being something new I hope I hope I hope I am someone who knows the value of eyes that see who learns before she criticizes who remembers to listen instead of just impatiently waiting to speak who passes money to panhandlers instead of cheap judgment who never passes a hospital again without whispering a prayer for everyone inside and most of all as Eliot hoped who arrives back where she started and knows the place for the first time by Cynthia Bowling March 27, 2020
Very thoughtful and well articulated poem.