We spent three weeks in Oklahoma, thinking that it would be more than enough. We reminisced fondly over our wasted Oklahoma youths, debating the benefits of an adolescence with little distraction and never ending fields. Those who have found their homes there have searched and nestled into happy lives and I feel privileged to peer into their successes.
The plains roll out in golden rod and wheat and I am thinking about my grandmother. She was barely a teenager when she went to work as a dance instructor in the City. The hand made cardboard inserts allowed her to put off buying new dance shoes until even they were worn through. I imagine her walking, ignoring the pavement encroaching into her mules, to the job that never landed her fame, but did land her a young soldier named Earl.
Three weeks passed too quickly and I wonder if there is never enough time to exist in the past.
The plains roll out in golden rod and wheat and I am thinking about my grandmother. She was barely a teenager when she went to work as a dance instructor in the City. The hand made cardboard inserts allowed her to put off buying new dance shoes until even they were worn through. I imagine her walking, ignoring the pavement encroaching into her mules, to the job that never landed her fame, but did land her a young soldier named Earl.
Three weeks passed too quickly and I wonder if there is never enough time to exist in the past.
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