Where I Am
By: Kendall Queen
On your living room floor alone again,
the sunlight carries specks of dust;
the flow of time
Last night I found you in a dream I had;
you walked up next to me as if
you’d been there all along.
our fleeting indestructibility
could be the end of us all.
here there are no Gods or kings,
And, I wondered if you knew that I was dreaming.
Musky voices carry over from the bar down the street
The air is clean, so I leave the door open
to let it in.
The sun is still shining and,
it feels like spring
and if I squint hard enough
the buildings outside can be blurred
into prosaic cherry blossoms
bubbling up into the skyline.
I like to invoke feelings of nostalgia by incorporating natural descriptors infused with real life experiences. I grew up day dreaming and writing by the creek in Virginia, and I wasn’t able to fully develop my poetic voice until I lived in the mountains of West Virginia. I find a subtle sadness to the changing of the seasons, but also, I respect them as they often cause changes within us. Through my references to nature, I try to convey these emotions within my writing for my readers to find. I hope you enjoy.
“While writing Where I Am, I actually was sitting on the living room floor of my then boyfriend's apartment. I had the back door open and was suffering from the lack of seasonal change in Florida during Spring. It was too hot outside and was almost offensive. I found myself remembering a dream I had where a friend who had since passed found me. I had a moment to myself, where it looked like it could have been cold outside, the wind blowing a slight chill while the sun created some warmth, and I imagined myself back in the cherry blossoms in the mountains. “