It has been interesting, and a bit strange, resurrecting my older poems for the Recorded Poetry Series I started on YouTube. Although I hope I have grown as a writer and will continue to grow and evolve, the earlier poems, I think, create a foundation that I am grateful for. It can be enlightening to revisit beginnings, hold them gently and thoughtfully in your hand, rather than tear them apart.
This poem, published in the second issue of The Hungry Chimera, is called, “Paper Bag Dance”. You can read it and the entire second issue here. This is an exquisitely beautiful journal that I am proud to have been a part of.
Paper Bag Dance
City life enshrouds the girl in a paper bag.
She tucks herself in tightly
and shrinks from the onslaught of strangers
who walk briskly and have no eyes.
They rush through the grind,
living without the hesitation
that is born of curiosity.
She stumbles past shops,
staring into frosted panes and
disappears into her own reflection.
Waltzing behind the glass with a
stranger whose scent she longs to inhale,
she is liquid and light on her feet.
She reaches out to caress the strangers gown,
but her fingers press hard against
the brittle paper bag.