Skip to main content

Abbyville Part Two (Finding MY Way)









In my mind
this experience is
somewhere between
Escape from Alcatraz,
Jailbreaking me version, and,
3 stages of a pregnancy
as the baby.
As in somewhere between
Untying myself
from one post at a time
that something or someone,
more often than not,
someone other than myself,
or something, had tied me to,
and a rebirth.

A physical entry into
the origins,
a process of regeneration,
and born again into
a new life,
or at least
a new chance.


I leave the plane in Bangkok
wide eyed like a new born,
and it doesn't take long
for the effects of a whole
new world to feel exhausting.


Everything that I'm taking in,
Everyone that I'm seeing,
Every sound that I'm hearing,
completely unfamiliar.


I start forming
my first thoughts.
I find a line
I think I should be in.
I begin filling out a form.
I realize that I was thinking
instead of observing
and have wasted this time.


I find the area where
I should be and there
are 6 lines to choose from.
I don't know which one
is for me.
I look around.
I see another table with forms.
I go to it
to see if there is one
that I should have
filled out
when I arrive
at the yellow line.

I decide there isn't.

I pick a line.
I wait my turn.
There are basic
instructions.
English.
Take off your hat
and glasses.
place passport here.
when passport is returned
take passport and
move to customs area.


In the customs area
I grabbed a cart
for my luggage
and to lean on.


I found someone
and asked
where I would
find my luggage.

She told me 16.
16 was empty.
all the lights
around it were out.
absolutely nothing.
no one there
but me.


I went to a station
with about 8 people.
They pointed me to
a guy who pointed me
back to the other side
to a woman
who pointed me back
to the 8 people.


I wandered around till
I found a board and
my number was 19.

I found 19
on the other side
of a wall.


The wall hid
the activity
the sounds
the people completely.
I didn't know it was there
so it felt like it wasn't
till I found the information
I needed.

I breathed a sigh of relief
found my luggage.
put them on the cart
under my 2 carry ons
wandered on to whatever
was to come next.


Smiles, Scanned luggage,
and an unfamiliar pace,
I began realizing how
little I knew of what to expect
How little I understood
of the language
of the culture.


I had no idea what
awaited me in Abbyville.


 

Comments

Popular posts from this blog

The 5 People Who Make Life Heaven

They listen when you need to talk Talk when you need to listen They know your darkness Let you know theirs Without judgement and expectation You can talk to them about how you see things They don't get angry or anxious when you disagree Trust you enough to say what they really think Read tweets and novels Never make you beg or grovel Won't allow it Remind you that you're better than that Lay some of their burden on you Let you behind their wall Feel welcome behind yours You feel each other with heart and mind Even if you don't explain yourself  They get you You get them These are the ones that make life worth living Make you love to be alive Reflect you to you Teach and learn Some days the lead singer Some days the band These are the ones You can count on one hand (c) Ron Kennedy 

On Killer Mike's new album Michael

  I'm sorry to hear about Killer Mike's loss and the struggles of his family members. It takes courage to share these personal experiences with the world through music . Regarding his critical acclaim, it is important to recognize that mainstream media often fail to recognize and uplift voices from marginalized communities. These voices are often overlooked or condemned to the margins because it challenges the status quo and the dominant narrative . If you listen to Killer Mike's music, I hope you approach it with an open mind and an appreciation for his willingness to speak truth to power. I would hope that his message would inspire listeners to examine their own lives and the systems that contribute to inequality and oppression. In the fight for justice and equity, we need diverse voices to be heard and amplified. We must uplift and

Reasonable Words

Photo by  Brooke Cagle  on  Unsplash I married my small town There was no shotgun I had a way out & My youngest son was set When faced with a choice of flight & hoping to find you While hoping you would find me I chose love & sacrifice over poetry Truth is though poetry never left Never will leave Moves as I move But I may have sacrificed Any chance with you I was not afraid to risk All my coin on a pitch & toss Then write 10,000 words That makes a gain of loss I just couldn’t tell what was true You seemed to prefer your solitude Aside from that There was a need A weight that fell Upon some I love There was no providence coming Other than what these hands With what I had in my hands In my heart In my mind With my choice This is not to say no one cared It’s just that it’s ruggedly Individualist out here & the trickles Never get anything close to Raising our boats Some wo