dust leaving the ground,
engine whirs
as the body heads to the clouds
a wave of new possibilities await us
rubber lost,
asphalt marked,
the new world waves Red and White,
a strange sense of connection.
Small space,
new school, age five
A Cold winter, one to two
A Cold summer, one
slightly Bigger,
First close friend, first house change,
age six
Cold winter, two to four
Cold summer, two to four
Bigger,
First ride on a bicycle, first visit to America, age nine
Cold winter, four to eight
Cold summer, three to seven
Biggest,
First time driving a car, second visit to America,
age fourteen
Cold winter, eight to eleven
Cold summer, seven to ten
then . . .
dust leaving the ground,
engine whirs,
as the body heads to the clouds,
a wave of new possibilities awaits me
rubber lost,
asphalt marked,
the new world waves Red, White, and Blue
a strange sense of disconnection.
A new world,
New values,
Out of place.