"Her First Poem"

December 22, 2018

was written at the airport

heading back home with her girls

during the split  – for a breath

of fresh air.

 

She prepared the bags before,

trying to decide which case to take:

a large trunk, a receptacle

like a chest,

 

big enough to pack a dead body

or a simple carry on, a hold all,

where things fit tightly

with no space to breathe.

 

But then even a little vanity

case could work…

or maybe she should just get a grip.

Pick once and for all.

 

She selected articles for weeks

placing them in, taking them back

out, putting them back in.

She always tended to overpack.

 

In airport lines, some baggage was weighed

in and left, some, carried around, cut

into shouldered bones.  She turned

to watch one escape down

 

the conveyer belt, and a poem

surfaced like a buoy filled with air,

not to inhale, but to stay afloat.

To save a life, all the same.

 

She carted her kids into a cubicle

of a ladies’ rest room.  

As they watched the light that came

through door cracks

 

fade in and out when people walked by,

She let her mind work through her hand

over a crumpled rectangle sheet,

from her plastic ziplock bag of receipts.

 

 

Born and raised on the Eastern Shore, Jennefer Cole now lives and works in Paris France.  Coming ‘home’ is always a wonderful experience and helps to forge some of the best poems that mix those two worlds and keeps her inner self alive while voicing the struggles of being a mother, wife, and daughter in today’s society.  She has been published in The Broadkill Review and the Fredericksburg Literary and Art Review.

 

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