Exit
This was written last month, but I thought it fit in with the “Through A Window” prompt on One Single Impression. Enjoy.
-Nicole
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the girl squirms around in the back seat of
her daddy’s eighty-six taurus to watch out of
the back windshield disappearing palm trees
and green leaves, verdant dots and dashes
(she’s too numb to cry again)
but her view is mostly obscured by the
ugly grey and orange u-haul trailer being
dragged behind them, chained, bumping,
and jumping on the side streets of
yet another town
left behind
her toys are in there
her life is in there
truncated
this is the eighth time they’ve moved
at first it was an adventure
seeing different and elegant places, faces,
and terrains
now it is just plain
now it is just pain
now it is just insane
Written 5/27/08
© 2008 Nicole Nicholson. All Rights Reserved.
Poor kiddo! Very sad.
Wow. The sorrow is palpable. The loneliness breaks my heart. I can see this as I read it.
Thanks for being a part of OSI.
I agree with Sandy’s comment…almost palpable, and one can “see” it readily. I moved a lot the first two-thirds of my life, so I really relate.
This is beautifully done and speaks volumes of pain and loss and hurt. You manage to connect us with the child’s feeling and those of the adult looking back at one and the same time. Beautifully done.
That was wonderful!
I particularly like the metaphor of the truck blocking her view… altogether a very effective poem.
Thank you, everyone. If you haven’t already guessed, I am the girl in the poem. U-Haul trailers are ugly no matter what angle you view them from.
-Nicole
I fully identify with this poem having moved many times. Sometimes it is still an adventure.