I have been looking over poems that I wrote when I was in my early and mid-twenties, some three decades ago. One I have already posted here. Today I post another.
I first moved to Chicago in January of 1981 as part of an Urban Studies semester. A year later, September of 1982, I returned for seminary.
Chicago is a great town to live in when you are young… and I was young. Though not as young the second time I lived there, but not just for the usual chronological reasons. In between my two sojourns there my mother died of lung cancer. She was about the age that I am now. Suffering and death ages you.
During my Chicago years, I had the perfect life: winters in the city, summers in the mountains. One of my poems in Montana Poems, “Protean Matter,” is about this “balanced life.”
On a rainy, gray November day, I am thinking about Chicago.
The poem that once
appeared in this space
is being re-drafted
It will be re-posted