oh, california. you are always so very very good to me. i leave you forever feeling refreshed, rewarded. and absolutely, dearly loved. my feet, in two weeks, were kissed by waters of both the atlantic and the pacific - shocking, cleansing water that rolled over my toes and tumbled rocks beneath my feet. light radiated from every single thing. it hung from the tallest ceilings, it glowed from flotsam washing ashore.
i wandered the markets, the beaches, the cliffsides, the meadows; i drifted through the hours, the days, they drifted back around and over and through me, again and again.
i am that california girl with the jasmine flowers in my hair,
i am she who has fallen in love with the western coast, the western sea.
i am now back in the heady green, green mountains of beloved western north carolina again, remembering with keen fondness my "twisted sisters", the light in their eyes, in their hair. the light in their laughter and also in their beautiful tears.
how these sisters of mine shimmer! see how they glisten and shine. they are the light, i bask in the warmth of their glow. and oh! how they soften in the shadows, they are soft velvet of finest silk with their depth, their wealthy cache of memories and years.
they have gathered hearts, they have lined the sills of
windows with their treasures, with their joys and sadnesses,their bravery and
i will learn from these sisters to not be afraid of my fears.
i will turn and meet my angst, my grief, my frustrations head on; i will stand beautifully in storms and in wind. i will greet my insecurities, i will remain steadfast, and persevere. i will be my own person. and i will always be their friend, through thickest thick, through thinnest thin. i love, oh how i love my dear friends. xoxo
He went away from me.
There's nothing more to say.
The poem ends
Soft as it began-
I loved my friend.
- Langston Hughes