waxed paper
speaking with strangers and slipping back
into the voice you’d put away
because no one would have understood
a thing you said
but just now
on the roadside
it was unusually clear
no halting pondering
everything
hamburgers and pink lemonade
waxed paper and bacon with no bones
speaking with strangers
and slipping back home
Labels: Home, waxed paper
posted by Berlinbound at 12:17 PM
2 Comments:
This is very sweet. You're going to have a great summer, you two!
It may be that I'm reading more into your poem than what you mean it to say, so with that caveat, here are some associations I had when reading:
-"Slipping back into the voice..." You can speak much more easily with others, and enter into conversations with strangers, now that you are in an English-speaking country again.
--"No halting, pondering..." No hesitancy when facing unfamiliar foreign social customs and so on.
-"pink lemonade waxed paper and bacon" Things seldom seen in Germany, at least as used in America.
Note also the verb "slip" with its various meanings. Moving quietly, cautiously, sometimes stealthily. "To slip away." Also in the meaning of being freed from a restraining leash.
Where you would say your center of gravity is--in New York State or in Cologne, or in both places?
We've had some torrential rains in the Bonn/Cologne area since you left. But it's also shaping up as a good growing season in our garden, so when you return you'll probably be pleased to see your own plantings.
Best regards to you and HH and wishes for a safe return.
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