A Decade Since Redeployment
There
are no hills; only distant ridges
evoke
accustomed landscape.
Sun
strikes harshly;
gradually
the new places
become
home as
a
pair of shoes conforms
to
the contours of the feet.
Morning
flight from Rhein/Main
hurried
hugs at Ft. Dix
changing
into civvies.
Brief
flight to new home:
reunion
with family
flurry
of interviews
careers
resumed.
In
time, peach orchards
tall
pines in sandy soil
glimpse
of distant peaks
and
mustard-based barbecue
tie
me to the new place.
Arthur
Turfa is a transplanted Pennsylvanian who enjoys living in the Midlands of
South Carolina. These places and others are reflected in his book, Places
and Times, eLectio Publishing, 2015. His bivocationl career path has given
him a wealth of experience which makes for a rich blend of poetry. Currently a
moderator in three Google+ poetry communities, he is working on a second book.
Hello Arthur,
ReplyDeleteYou have created some great images with your words, a pair of shoes conforms... tall pines... mustard-based barbecue. Thank you for sharing your poem.
Take care
Annie
Annie, thanks for reading and for enjoying my images!
DeleteGood one Arthur, I relate "A Decade Since Redeployment",
ReplyDeletehaving been a contractor, and moving a lot on top of
that. Very good writing. I enjoyed reading.
Yancy
Thanks for reading and commenting, Yancy. We know the drill, don't we?
DeleteDear Arthur,
ReplyDeleteI like all of your images especially the "pair of shoes that contour to your feet" depicting the gradual adjustment made upon arriving home.
Thank you,
Michael
That is very kind of you, Michael. We all need to adjust!
DeleteThanks for sharing this.
ReplyDeleteAnd I thank you for reading, Peggy!
DeleteI love the feeling of adjustment yourpoem brings having just made a major move myself. Finally feeling that I have worn in the 'new Shoes'. Lovely to read your work. Suzanne.
ReplyDeleteThanks for reading, Pixrdia! I was one of the very few soldiers whose famiyl moved (it was planned ) while I deployed. That meant I did not "come back home" but had to adjust to a new life. This summer I will visit my old home area for the first time in 13 years- maybe another poem?
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