Sunday, January 15, 2012

Hurricane Camp (Repeat)

I was walking my dog last night
and I had this flashback to my house in New Hampshire
but not the summer NH that I've been seeing for 5 years,
but the spring NH that's different.
The air smells like those exoskeletons
of weird-ass bugs that used to creep me out
until I was 10
and I stopped having to look at them.

I haven't been there in the spring since we moved,
but it's still just as important to us.
That place hold so many memories
because it's not like on of those houses
that your parents buy to vacation in
when you're in your 20's
and moved out of the house.

It's one of those houses
that you grew up in,
and after moving across the country,
it's one of the only things that stays a constant.
And it's home.

When I was little,
I never really understood how beautiful it was,
I just thought it was a cool place
to build forts
and make fairy houses
and go fishing off the dock.
But it's so much more than that.

This is where I go
to test my strength
overcome obstacles,
let go from the things holding me back in California,
remember the times when I was younger
and see how much I've grown over the years.

I'm twice as old now as I was when we bought Hurricane Camp,
And I'm twice as wise now too.




Monday, January 9, 2012

Bird

Even though every word he speaks is a lie,
I hope he was telling the truth
when he said that I will be a good mother.

That's the one thing I am counting on
to make me look forward
to getting old.