My friend Holly wrote a beautiful blog post yesterday that
inspired today's writing.
There is always
a driveway
stretching out to the road,
a basketball hoop,
a kickball field,
a pitcher's mound,
RipSticks scattered across the lawn.
There is always
a trio of kids,
of neighbors and children running triumphantly,
in the afternoon they
steal moments between school and bedtime.
There is always
a child
soaking up the sun,
sweat soaking through their t-shirt,
getting ready for practice, or homework, or dinner.
I gaze out the window, marveling at their energy,
wishing I could bottle these moments.
I was also inspired by Holly's post which was inspired by Margaret's poem. (I am still working on this one of my own.) Your driveway sounds a lot like ours years ago. Your last line captured my heart - yes if we could only bottle those moments!
ReplyDeleteMargaret's book is amazing!
DeleteI love that a driveway can inspire poetry! But yes! For you, it's a place where relationships and community thrive. I remember the basketball hoop in our driveway in Pittsburgh. The sound of the basketball hitting pavement, laughter, games...belonging.
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