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
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3 comments:
Wow. I really love this poem.
Fabulous picture, too, Barb!
The photo complements the poetry perfectly. Thanks for sharing.
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