Miles from Nowhere

I know we have come a long way. I have come a long way. Thanks to special people in my life and to green trees and music. I have so many fond memories of being on a mountain top, buried deep in the snow, of lying on large river stones, of covering myself in clay in a river bed with my sister. I have fond memories of my cats and drum circles with my St Stephen. I have memories of long highways full of double semis and my feet dangling in the lake on a hot summer day.

I have memories of my twentieth birthday party with my friend Judith, and my graduation party. I have memories of blasting Led Zeppelin II in my basement and staring at the moon from my bed. I have a memory of a gypsy woman at the Alhambra and twisty roads and small villages in Spain. I have memories of White Horse and Avesbury, of caves on the northern shore of the Mediterranean. I remember Piccadilly Circus, and the opera, and water balloons.

I remember long nights at the Canterbury with friends, playing pinball and drinking way too much. I have memories of Thanksgiving on my parents’ farm with Peace for the Streets by Kids for the Streets, I remember a bright hot pink scooter on Christmas. I remember booby trapping the road with a piece of string, and the hot hot pavement beneath my youthful feet. I remember building an igloo, riding horses, and gazing at the stars in our field. I remember the big dipper and Cassiopeia mostly.

I remember my head perched in your arm, you holding me, making me safe. I remember you telling me that it is okay. I remember putting my hands in the dirt. I remember crying during sex, I remember crying on the dock, late at night, looking up at the dark night filled with so many stars. I remember making an oath on a mountaintop, hurt all alone, so confused, surrounded by the surreal.

I can see him now, in London, in his closet, learning to play his guitar at the age of sixteen. Much like me, much like me.