Some things are stuck in Madison
Some things are stuck in Madison.
They send shivers done my spine.
Running down a frigid street screaming,
breath in white clouds like life
leaving my body
Sitting on the porch, feet up on the railing
the air humid and
saturated with forces greater than all of us
while vibrant voices fill the street
Spinning drunken circles on the field -
shoes off out of reverence -
in the empty stadium
as a crowd of ghosts roar for us
Gray’s Honey Ale, Spotted Cow,
Crop Circle Wheat,
and countless bottles of bad wine
and laughter
and wishing that these moments
would never end
So much emotion
it practically bowls me over -
I shiver in fear of its strength
Countless days
and a million savored scents
flood my mind
And the tears begin
I am hoping that these memories,
my captors,
will release me but stay
I can’t bear to sort through them one by one
much like I couldn’t
when the moments were so strong so long ago
A childhood we dreamed for ourselves –
things that happened and things that didn’t,
and me clinging to them all
Posted by Amanda at December 12, 2003 11:20 PM
