babies
and puppers
and friends we haven’t seen
in forever
and ships passing in the night
for some we
wish to see
but anyone missed
is always welcome
in nyc
babies
and puppers
and friends we haven’t seen
in forever
and ships passing in the night
for some we
wish to see
but anyone missed
is always welcome
in nyc
i’m way off to the side
looking in
checking up
half affected by the violence
but only by third and fourth degrees
my close friend’s
daughter’s
friend’s
friend
is in critical condition
my former roommate
went there
decades
ago
i know folks in madison
working directly in schools
part time
they feel the effects
they’ll know the fear
[they’ve already been feeling it
but now it feels more real]
and i’m still over here
way outside the group
fearing for folks
instead of dealing directly
or helping directly
i’m just talking directly
and noticing patterns
and sending my best energy
and wondering how i can be so affected
every time
but it does feel worse
when it’s closer to home,
even a home you no longer go home to
it was
the people still are
and i sat on facebook for the first time in years
just hoping to hear from my people
feeling selfish
and afraid
and still somewhat untouchable
because i’m somehow always
degrees away
from tragedy
myself
and what does it all mean
[i think it means
there’s been a reckoning
and will continue to be
until we are all
closer than
next door to
the gunshots]
i didn’t take many photos on this trip
and i can’t tell if that was thought out
like ‘i want it to feel as though
this isn’t a special trip
it’s just like i still live here
still work here
still live and breathe this tiny bubble of a city’
or if it was a lucky happenstance
of ‘i’m having so much fun
catching up
being with these lovely people
once more, i didn’t even think of
taking a photo
to solidify this moment in time’
but either way
the few photos i have are special
but don’t have the people in them
i wish they had
but i still have the memories
of all the time i spent with
everyone
and i miss them all already
it’s the morning
of the last full day
of our trip
and i can’t help but
feel some sort of way
i don’t know if this trip
will make me want to move back,
but it is definitely making me
want to visit at least once
every year
for realzies
driving past places
i’ve driven past
hundreds of times
and to see so many
unchanged
still there
on that road
made me feel
almost like i’m unchanged
and i’m still the me
from five years ago
living in madison
living for the now
and the potential
to make it as an actor
in nyc
what was i placed on this planet to be?
it’s only tuesday
though i feel the week falling away from me
it’s only tuesday
and there are still people i have to see
i have to see
who haven’t yet made plans to see me
it’s only tuesday
and i keep second guessing when to reach out
to other friends
to plan out
how to meet
it’s only tuesday
and madison is a lazy summer town,
a last-minute plans
when plans suddenly line up
and nights are made bright
and lasting memories
sidle up with the present
kind of tiny city
so i need to remind myself
it’s only tuesday
it’s only tuesday
the double take of everyone
seeing me at a party full of madison circus folk;
the “ah, yes, hj is here.”
and then
“wait! hj is here!?!”
was delightful
and though i do feel a little guilty
for being less than communicative
about this trip
and planning next to nothing,
i do appreciate
how beautifully the first day
embraced my entrance
with spontaneity
and perfect timing
[and i have a premonition
that the last day will be similar
but with the theatre friends
instead]
[i suppose my advice to anyone
traveling back to a place they once
lived, is to make sure it just so happens
to take place over the time of
important and casual parties
for your former social circles,
because you get to see all the faces
without trying to schedule everyone in
and then maybe, in a week or two, send a
huge thank you card
to the hosts of said parties
because the appreciation that
that all worked out will carry you into
the next
few
years]
back
where i discovered so much about myself
back
to see the people i love
back
but the air is already colder than i’d like
back
and simply awaiting what awaits us
organizing, hoping, working, planning
i’m waffling between excitement and dread
but the dread is the minutiae, the details, the prep
the excitement is the visit, the fun, the experiences
and how much time will i end up spending at Umami?