Over the years, I’ve told
Many Alabama stories on this blog.
Of theatrical performances,
Of near-loves, and mis-loves, and camping trips;
Of drives in the country, and trips to the city;
Of memories, and other people’s lives.
Through them, I want to show
The unity of experience people have.
For many of us, images and stories
Determine what we think we know about a place,
And its people,
Whether another city, or state,
Or even a place like prison.
We do not realize, sometimes,
That what we feel comes from other, often
And that no one recounting is the story,
The only one we need to understand a place,
A person, or an era.
We all seek (and I understand this only too well)
Simplicity: but we should not let that desire
Hide reality from us, for happiness, while simple,
Is only one aspect of a life.
Virtually all others are complicated.
Earlier (than this series) “Alabama” poems:
“The Christmas Letters”
Love Spasm The Fourth
Love Spasm The Fourth – Postscript
The Torch Cafe
Spotted Driving #4
Remembering My Father
The Wanderer’s Vision
Eagle and Phenix