I love this, Peter! I could feel myself sliding headfirst down the scorching hot slide at my elementary school in Southwest Louisiana. Your poem literally took me home.
So much joy in this poem “the way home” got me. I’ve been thinking lately about my childhood home and how I go to it often but it rarely feels like the same place, but it doesn’t mean I won’t ever have that kinda space again. It’s just different. This was such a great poem Peter!
I love this, Peter! I could feel myself sliding headfirst down the scorching hot slide at my elementary school in Southwest Louisiana. Your poem literally took me home.
Steven, it brings me great joy to hear that this poem took you home. I can feel the heat on my belly with your description of the slide here :)
So much joy in this poem “the way home” got me. I’ve been thinking lately about my childhood home and how I go to it often but it rarely feels like the same place, but it doesn’t mean I won’t ever have that kinda space again. It’s just different. This was such a great poem Peter!
Thank you, Mallory! Grateful to hear there was something in it for you.
I love this so much, Peter! Lord, make us playful and able to seize joy!
Thank you, Sue! Yes, Lord!