a neighborhood story

                      secret gardens and satellite dishes     “I always wanna sit down with my mom and talk bout old neighborhood stories.” ~ Jordan Hoechlin        

remembering

          when she referred to this color as old-lady-blue              

waking

                how small the day is the time of colors the rush of brightness ~ W. S. Merwin              

there’s comfort..

          in knowing that some things remain the same            

the key

            “Home, imagined, comes to be. It is real, realer than any other place, but you can’t get to it unless your people show you how to imagine it  – whoever your people are. They may not be your relatives. They may never have spoken your language. They may have been dead for a thousand years. They may be…