In the Window



Growing up along a border

that divides a country in two


At 4, in Union City

You get what you crossed over for


Like growing up along an imaginary line

Just Reach A Cross


newspaper to newspaper to newspaper


As north as new Hampton

As south as Natchez


For when we go

Onto the next


Again and again

The new girl in town


By the seventh school


The eyes

The Voice

Our story


when I started to see the pattern

it was easy to spot


Sometimes all it takes

Is being familiar

with the corners of your house



 

Does the ray of the morning sun ever feel like the hands of God carrying you home

Rest in peace, Ray

 

Chelsea Blake

The Four Stories Company, LLC