Perceptions and Personifications
I think I have a crush on a city from my past.
I find that I think in its terms now.
I measure the effect of events in my life now by how they compare to what I felt with the hardships of those days.
Would sadness in paradise be any less? Yes.
Although far from paradise it was a nice imitation of a cheap vacation
And I can’t stop thinking about it
I view present moments of my life from eyes stuck in the distant environment I sauntered through in 2006
Strangely, new feelings have developed from that long and tumultuous encounter.
What was once a tedious recollection of events has evolved…
Now my perceptions are tinged with the accents particular to _________.
I can taste its morning sunshine on the hills sweet and clear when I awake here
The tanginess of its cool afternoons spinning through the valleys and into my days today tease me leaving a smile
Sharp bursts of heat and sweat coat my mind like the hot days there stuck in traffic with a slurpee and a the roof back, breaking the dull temperature of these stoic afternoons in a warm nostalgia
Once the busy nights there were so empty to me as I drove alongside crowds of cars alone in a familiar city
Now a canvas of mist lingering from an evening rain and lazing dreamily over the horizon of hills drenched with little stars hangs heavy over my dreams at night.
If only we could get a few “do overs” in life I’d fashion our introduction differently.
I insulted the city upon our first introduction and it holds quite a grudge I’ve learned.
It closed its doors, locked its windows and spread the word like a bitter gossip about the new girl.
And round and round I went through loops and hills trying to get a chair before the music stopped.
Trying to find a place to rest for a moment and gather my courage for more.
Even the music pauses briefly in the game but not in ______.
How do you get out from under a bad sign?
The sad truth of a hundred days of failure is that for all of the regrets i don’t want to forget a moment under that city’s sky.
I search my mind now for more of its mornings and evenings and their smells and sounds, eccentricities of its environment.
Oh the fierce dominance of nature in all directions that was __________.
I miss it.
Like a misunderstood relationship I want to go back and try again…
What if it was all a misunderstanding on my part. And this time with humility and good will I approach that foreign world anew?
What if I live our new encounter like a friend not a competitor and I allow myself to think kindly about its inhabitants?
If I find virtue in its mountains and strength in its seas surely I can find the inspiration to engage its stormy society and calm a corner of its many chambers convincing it to submit its shelter to me and my family too.
If _________ personifies happiness perhaps someday I can perceive happiness, even live happiness, in its arms.