with thanks to Carolina Lopez for the Open Write prompt on Ethical ELA today
I’ve Been Writing This Since
I’ve been writing this since
I looked into the wide vent-grates
of the upper room floor
of my grandparents’ apartment,
sure that I saw angels
in the depths
in the same way
that I saw stairsteps to Heaven
in the light fixtures
of the doctor’s office ceiling
when I was a sick child.
Yeah, well.
I am still here
believing
when those I loved
are long gone
yet cheering me on
from the other side of portals
I cannot see
perhaps they are looking
through vent-grates
and light-fixture stairways
at me.
lit bits and pieces 
I feel this one so deeply. There are times I feel a physical, visceral presence of those I have loved and lost, a gravitational pull. And…other times…nothing, just the wondering of where they might be, or the wondering of IF, at all, they might be…
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I sometimes wonder if I was a strange child with these imaginings in grates and light fixtures…stranger still that the memory remains, perhaps. But oh, yes – that presence, the “gravitational pull’ – I know it well. The wonderings are so natural…I’m always awed by the depth of your response, that we are so often on the same wavelength. As a writer, or poet, especially, you’re never quite sure the meaning in one’s head or heart will come through as intended – seems a near-magical thing when it does, or when the reader finds even more. Thank you yet again ❤
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