Showing posts with label Longing. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Longing. Show all posts

Sunday, April 28, 2024

Our Old Town


Our old town

lies at the bottom of a lake

like Arenal and Tronadora

in Lake Arenal.


New ones have sprung up

like wildflowers

around it.


But, they’re not the same.


Sure, they have

their beautiful distractions

like scenes from a movie—


views of snakes and jaguars

stretching themselves

near waterfalls,


a peacock shimmy-shaking

on the grass,

little pastel houses

clinging to cliffs.


But this isn’t what I want.

Never was.

Even back before we had money.


You know I’d live on love.


I’d sell it all and move

to Nicoya on the cheap

to feel that way again.


When I set the table for dinner,

and select a juicy tomato for the salad,

asking you what you imagine

chupacabra looks like,

I’m not just musing at random.


What I’m really saying is—

I’ve forgotten the mystery of you,

the wild smell of you up close,

and what it did to me.


I can’t even think of it now.

And so, I scuttle about

getting stuck

in the drying cement

of our resentments,


drowning for what

the fish only know now,

dancing around

our old town.



© 2024 Jennifer Wagner



Shay’s Word Garden Word List


NPM Day 28

Thursday, May 18, 2023



Bring me hope

that hasn’t forgotten

that look in my eyes.



all my longing

long gone


and bring it back

as if you’ve wrestled leviathan, stinging nettles,

the inky blackness of your own heart.


Bring it back,

run your hand over it,

as if you cared.



© 2023 Jennifer Wagner