fragment

 

I see a train or the subway and I am transported back to the 1950s
my grandmother would take me on the train to Boston
(she always wore a dress and cuban heeled shoes)
for a day of shopping
and blueberry muffins from the bakery at Jordan Marsh
one time she took me to the movies
we saw Bambi and I cried all the way home

 

finding myself

in this tiny seaside town

once again

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

“We leave something of ourselves behind when we leave a place, we stay there, even though we go away. And there are things in us that we can find again only by going back there.”

~ Pascal Mercier

 

Cape Porpoise

Maine

all tucked in

 

 

for the winter

 

Jenne Farm

Reading, Vermont