Like a Meteor

I was going over some old papers I had and I found an old un-touched-up poem of mine that inspired me. I hope you enjoy the result.

Childhood Home

Like a meteor, I’m coming down tonight,

wading through the dark Sea of Time,

past pale lights that never die out.

I’ve come down to wish a new heart

inside my first home. The flickering

fireplace once warmed my blue toes

after I’d come in from watching

a long shower of stars. I couldn’t count

single sparks; they fizzled out faster

than my eyes could follow, as now

there are burning wet things falling

into the home’s cavernous shadow,

cast in the darkness like memories.

At peeled windows and parted blinds,

the neighbors peer into the empty lot

and wonder what light disappears

without sound, without notice.

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The original unposted poem that inspired this was written, I believe, when I went down to Savannah last October. A couple of lies in the poem include the following - it it technically not my first home, as I was born in Provo, Utah (but it is the first home I remember), I did not visit it at night, but in the middle of the day, I did not cry as I thought I might, and ¿who knows the neighbors did? Nevertheless, I feel that this poem reaches, or tries to reach, the heart of the feelings of revisiting a well-loved home, now vacant and lifeless. I enjoyed writing the poem and I hope you've enjoyed reading it, especially if you've ever had a similar experience. Another poem that I have to write for class will be posted soon so... stay posted (pun intended).