I’ve just found this poem I wrote circa 2010. I’ve come across it fittingly at the moment I’ve begun falling in love with another city that’s a haven for Bohemians and all kinds of creative and free spirits. Leipzig may be the “new Berlin,” but can it become my new Wilmington (North Carolina), in a mode adapted…
Raconteur – Simply a vessel/ The world tosses and saves me/ I try to describe
Randomness – Learned to trust the dice/ Not quite getting what I planned/ I found so much more
Rain – I listen in bed/ Sky bursting to life outside/ Somehow gives me peace
Forgetting – This life is bigger/ Us and the things you told me/ A moment in space
I think someone else at Finding Home did this too? Was inspired and wrote a poem about a literary concert? Or did the wine go to my head, and I heard it wrong when one of the emcees said it? Anyway, that’s what I ended up doing too when contemplating how to write about the Finding…
