http://www.komonews.com/weather/blog/18872774.html Seattle thoughts stream through my mind in their watery wending ways
Washing ashore, rolling in, falling down amid moist ferns and natural trillium bouquets
I'm a rainy day gray-loving Seattle girl at heart; The New Yorker in me allows space.
Little did I know when I moved out in 1981 that my heart would forever
Be stretched in two, separated by the Continental Divide and culture, space
Luckily technology stepped up with newer ways to keep in touch
Things barely imaginable back in the early 60's World's Fair
A video telephone; who ARE you kidding; and now? Just look!
http://www.djibnet.com/photo/pacific+northwest/discovery-park-lighthouse-404294499.html As quickly as I came, 22 years later needs must leave
It isn't possible to keep storms from taking their toll on mortal frame
From time to time, and one must go to root; the family helps out; forever grateful.
And does the chasm go away? Nah. Now it's friends and connections
Important to keep: People who knew me when: I taught, changed marital status;
Faced flood, fire, earthquake, hurricanes; mandatory evacuation, now all are
Remembered fondly.It's the area where I lived on the perfect piece of land.
Even when I had to leave the 'river runs through it,'
'Cathedral of trees,' I made it a mission for my mind
To memorize that beloved 5 acres to the smallest detail
So I could carry it round with me as long as memory held.Each time I'm now a visitor, returning, more directions and geography forgotten
Life washes away that which is not essential when mental roads
Do not lead there often enough.
The difficulty of erasure does not affect my consciously,
Meticulously copied place inside though
The two Seattles... and me.
