Friday, August 5, 2011

Poetry Friday

Theories of Time and Space

You can get there from here, though
there’s no going home.

Everywhere you go will be somewhere
you’ve never been. Try this:

head south on Mississippi 49, one-
by-one mile markers ticking off

another minute of your life. Follow this
to its natural conclusion – dead end

at the coast, the pier at Gulfport where
riggings of shrimp boats are loose stitches

in a sky threatening rain. Cross over
the man-made beach, 26 miles of sand

dumped on a mangrove swamp – buried
terrain of the past. Bring only

what you must carry – tome of memory
its random blank pages. On the dock

where you board the boat for Ship Island,
someone will take your picture:

the photograph – who you were –
will be waiting when you return

Natasha Trethewey

Start your day's journey off by traveling over to A Year of Literacy Coaching for more great poetry.

Photo courtesy of Gail Des Jardins
View more of her work here


I'm Jet . . . said...

Wow. I really love this poem.

I'm Jet . . . said...

Fabulous picture, too, Barb!

Myra Garces-Bacsal from GatheringBooks said...

The photo complements the poetry perfectly. Thanks for sharing.