The plane landed safely,
and I arrived as easily a few minutes later.
Feeling all east coast and alone,
while the western sun greeted me
with heat and dust and the familiar
shadows cast at odd angles as it’s
always done in L.A.
***
Vacation completed, check.
Time spent wisely with family
and friends, check.
Heart not broken but badly chipped
by estranged daughter flitting from
one flower to the next — but never mine. Check.
***
The couple's wedding went well. They’re
in love and young and filled with plans
and dreams and children yet to be
in their eyes. A lovely sight. An August
night, all lazy and yet agile enough
to make me smile.
***
Old memories like pavers line the
way. Reminding all that change, like
bright red sunsets is inevitable. Like
moons waning in darkness, never feeling
quite as good as the sun. Liked but not
admired. I arrived safe.
***
Cars on the 405 freeway, metal cells
coursing through the arteries of a big
city — my city for so long now. With
dreams turned into stucco and black
asphalt and towering palm trees bending
in the wind. I am home.
We flew to Boston to attend a nephew’s wedding and ran head-on into so many different emotions. Most good or even great, others — the subtle shredding kind that leaves minute tears on the heart and soul barely noticeable until they begin to heal. Then the burning begins.
At times we resist emotions for we have a sense that “no good” will come from experiencing them. But that’s not true. In the end, whether we allow them entrance or ask that they remain outside of us, doesn’t matter. They’re a part of who we are.
About the Creator
Joe Luca
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