One I wrote after a trip home to Dayton in the fall. (originally posted October 2014)
From the time the wheels hit the tarmac
It seemed that everywhere I looked
I saw a gigantic picture of myself,
The eyes telling me that
I was certainly no stranger here.
Even though things had changed so much,
It was on every street I revisited
I found a certain little piece of my life,
As though I had left them there on purpose,
Just in case I would need reminding one day.
The air reeked with a certain familiarity
and all the autumn dressed trees seemed to be
smiling at me as I passed by.
Even the old house that I grew up in
seemed to acknowledge my presence,
As if to ask me where I had been
all these years.
The countryside looked as if
It had dressed up in October
just for this occasion.
I wondered why I had never
found it so beautiful before now,
And I thought about how many times
perceptions of beauty
change in one lifetime.
I stopped by to see some places and people
Who had meant something to me,
Some places and people stopped the motion
of things long enough
to make me feel as if I’d never left at all.
Laughter fell off me like autumn leaves,
And soon I was completely covered
In a blanket of my own smiles.
© DiAnne Ebejer