[Chai]

Lately when I am feeling sad at nights, thinking about my dad, I find myself leaping out of bed to grab a pen and paper. And I end up writing poems...they really, really help me to feel better.


"Pattern"

by Chai

Thrashing crashing branches on the glass
The ancient thrum of a tired motor
White sycamore lines sentinel
To
The washed up river snake
A cantankerous bridge

The scribbling inanity of a pen
Scratching in darkness with one bony hand
Trepidation on the steering wheel
No hot fire burn whiplash down under
No screech fast melody of us on automatic

We slip slide swerve into black night fog
Over wilderness and under star symmetry
Warm laugh pen chewing company
My father and I on a trip together
To nowhere and Everywhere.

~end

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This sprouted out of a conversation I had with my counselor on Monday about driving around with my dad. Some of my most favorites times with him, were all the times we were driving and talking, on the way to somewhere together. It was a lot of fun, and very personal just me and him time. And he would write while he drove sometimes...