I was ten years old when you told me
“All boys leave home someday.” Always,
when I was smaller, I kept saying
I would travel the world—not like I knew
my way around the region. Whoever settled here
first understood, in the broad strokes of pilgrimage,
there is an iridescence. That’s why our cities
are named after colors. Take the elements:
sun beams swording through shinks
of forest foliage, refractions off
the dew of tall grass, glossy cocoons
dangling from the Viridian Forest boughs
like gold and emerald chandeliers,
tightening like jewelled fists.
This little town we’ve always called home
is named after an instrument meant
to hold beauty before it can become whole.
Someday. I’ll get this wanderlust down
to an art. Mother, if you still can’t understand
why I have to leave, believe me when I say
there are things you just know. We fall in love
like the grand scheme of the world
starts with each of us. We want to be
the very best—like no one ever was.
A NaPoWriMo attempt. I thought the valediction prompt for day 6 would mean confronting unresolved issues in my psyche. Then again, who says I didn’t? Haha. I just really wanted to write a Pokemon poem.
Posting on the tumblr again because I’m really proud of this one.