There is this place
I begin and end in every day—
My daily launch pad into life
Special only to me
As yours is to you
When I was five
Growing up in Martins Ferry
I knew nothing of James Wright
His poetry, or that we all have our place
That goes far beyond geography
Now, I feel my limits
Like a vise grip, applied to unspeakable places
Places we all know
Places where we begin
And eventually end, placelessly
Nice praying mantis.
Dan…got it. Thanks!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Looks like my comment didn’t take before. It was something like “I get it.”
Nice photos, too!