Two Poems and a Poem: Ritual One, Day 11

 Two Poems:

“Mother Country” by Richard Blanco

“How to be Married” by Barbara Kingsolver

A Poem:

87- 89- 96- 25

by ljkemp

One last deep breath of familiar air,

and just like that we said goodbye

the only home I had known my

whole short unlived life.

The car doors clapped closed,

and we fled never to breathe that 

same air again.

Never saw the clouds 

closing like curtains behind us

I never looked back

butterflies and bees in my belly.

The rest of my life was waiting for me

there, patiently

and I never even knew it.

Don’t rule out surprising possibilities.

the idea is just magical,

surprising possibilities.

Italics:

The first two italicized lines are from Blanco and the last is from Kingsolver.