Yazoo / Second Street / Delta. 59 poems of transformation, memory, and the blues.
Yazoo
1. This really happened
It came in a whirlwind
Some summer storm
And landed on the power line
Right outside my bedroom
A snakeskin
Draped over the wire
Shimmering silver, scaly
What could this mean?
I asked myself, and the
Internet
which said
Transformation and
Wellness
Oh, that sounds good, I thought
That's just what I need
But I didn't know
Exactly what shedding my old skin
Felt like, until scale by scale
The old form removed
And the transformation occurred
Now that snakeskin
Is literally moving on down the line
I don't know how, or why
Probably the wind
But maybe some universal magic
Telling me
Girl, you did it
You were brave,
You shed that layer.
I look out my bedroom window
Each morning, every one
A miracle of light
See where the snakeskin is,
See if it is still out there
Or if this season has passed
And I can settle in
To my new skin
2. We were happy
We didn't know we were happy, of course
Because humans are like that
But we were happy
Drinking wine on the front porch as
The sun went behind the trees, evening
Came on, night fell
We found things to bitch about
From lovers to politics to mosquitoes
But our glasses were full
And we were happy
We were happy back then,
That first day of summer
When you kids would hold hands
To make that first leap into the pool
The green mountain watching us
Love everywhere
But the days passed
And times changed, and
We changed
People got sick, got jobs, got married
This is what happens too
Because humans are like that
Looking at what is next instead of what is
And the mirage of happiness
Always remains distant, somewhere
Down the road, or a fading memory
We don't know how to hold on to it
Even when we are in the thick of it
Even when we are surrounded by it
All the beautiful moments
Times we are happy
Someone I love once told me
"I don't believe in happiness."
I couldn't understand what he meant.
But maybe now I know
The illusion is as real as it will ever be
And if you need to hold onto something
To believe in it
You can never be happy
3. Message in a bottle
I knew I would find it
In the bottom of a bottle
The message
Or at least some genie
that would make my wishes come true.
I kept looking
Opening one after the other
Getting to the bottom—
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59 poems in three sections. Snakeskins and happiness, Second Street and the blues, transformation and redemption in the Delta.