NaPoWriMo Day 2

Rough and rugged.  Unedited and raw.  It continues with a night drive.

CelenaDiana

 

NaPoWriMo Day 2

DRIVING HOME FROM MY MEMOIR CLASS

Afternoon At Sadie's

Jesse Cook's haunting flamenco melody

thoughts weave through my head

like a solo woman dancing flamenco

to a lone guitarist

city lights pass overhead

as I speed cross Central Ave

through the night

window down in the cold crisp air

tossing the clear clip

from the name of my neck

onto the seat beside me

my Droid useless

some time between class

and starting my car

my useless phone decided to restart

still no 4G since the latest update

useless

I try to drag my fingers through my hair

meet the brim

of my favorite orange hat instead

at the traffic light

I flip the visor mirror

two and a hours in class

still I have the imprint of my pillow

on one side of my tired face

through Magnolia Ave

under the 91 overpass

I keep thinking about Egypt

my thoughts keep returning to Egypt

Every since taking this class

I keep turning to find more connections

to my former home

my once and passed life

yet still I can think of nothing else

from the Jordan restaurant

which served hummus so much like home

to the five scarves I couldn't decide upon

so I threw them all into my purse

when I left for class

(carrying scarves my new compulsion)

to the Iranian woman in class

whose hair and affectionately twinkling eyes

remind me so much of my beloved mother-in-law

to the definitions and redefinitions of husband

that remind me of the blessed marriage I had

brief though it was

to the questions

endless questions

I ask myself about

fear

responsibility

family

lineage

what it means to be a woman

how do I define myself now

will I ever be complete

and the jealousy I wrestle

for those in long standing

and even brief marriages

all with children

still I constantly ask the void inside my head

Did I really make all of the right decisions?

Because look at where all of my paths led me

is here where I wanted to be

eventually

and now

would I know how to define

what it would take to complete me

is being incomplete what gives me hope?

Or is it fearing completion

that makes me so intangible?

Perhaps tonight's dreams

may mercifully give me answers

Perhaps tonight's dreams

may mercifully give me answers

©2013 Celena Diana Bumpus

Composed in silence

For a complete listing of my poems for the month of April 2013 entitled:

UNDER MY SCARF, BENEATH MY HAIR AND BEHIND MY GLASSES
(because who knows what mysteries lie there):
A COLLECTION

which will be updated daily.  Simply click on the titles to discover the poem and more.

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