Heading Home: A Poem

Along a road that curves, jostles, jolts, unfurling like a rolling coil,

down paths laden with forgetfulness.

Toward remembrance; the glare of sunlight sparkles like a yellow jewel.

What do I forget? That I want to remember? Now, of all times? Why does it matter now?

Going back towards that place.

Bumpy South Carolina roads cross the Pocotaligo River: Manning in the rearview.

Strewn along the highway like aerial trash, road signs for McDonald’s and Waffle House litter and obscure the blue sky like an insult.

Santee-Cooper Lakes; Lake Marion Bridge. Ninety-five miles outside Savannah, Purple Heart Memorial Highway.

Coosawatchie, Yamassee, Port Royal, Tullifinny Bridge. Savannah in the distance looms like an awkward pause.

Barn with green ivy in the middle of an overgrown field; broken marble tombstones tumble and tilt, victims to time’s abandonment.

Clay, the color of blood, spins beneath my car’s tires; my heart trembles at the remembrance of all that I had lost so very long ago along this road leading back to the land of my people.

Jenny W. Andrews copyright 2022

This poem is from my poetry book “Spaces Between The Pause.” It is available on Amazon Books. I haven’t yet put it on Kindle. I am considering putting in on Kindle.

Time passes very quickly in this life. My poetry is a reflection of my life’s journey.

As time passes, I feel the urgency to get my words out and to tell my story. Thank you for reading.

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Thanks.