I couldn’t find myself at home. I ran to Europe — France, Italy, Spain, Austria. Isn’t that what people do, what artists do? Germany, Belgium, Holland — in novels, isn’t that the way? Escape your own shore to find a more real you in a country foreign and familiar at once. I ran — England, Scotland, Wales. And that is how brainwashed I was. To Europe? What did I think I’d find there that I didn’t already see at home? If I had to run, it should have been to Benin, to Ghana, to Nigeria, Zimbabwe. What did I think I’d find, chasing strangers’ history, chasing slavers’ history?
As I did last year, I’ll be following along with the Poem-A-Day challenge at Robert Lee Brewer’s Poetic Asides Blog. Today’s prompt is to write an “across the sea” poem. And for today’s poem, I was inspired by my friend Red Emma, who blogs at Rants of the Newly Old.
You can post your daily poems on Brewer’s page. The top poem from each day will be included in an anthology later this year!
Are you writing poems this month? Where can I see them?
Let’s share this craziness!