Crying in the Embrace of the Great Lakes

As snow drifts into winter wind and winter wind caresses snow into shapely domes, I cry for the igloo I once built around myself in a north-facing bedroom in a small Wisconsin town. I cry for a no-in-nor-out igloo, lacking a trapdoor for letting in love’s light. I cry for the sleepless thrashing nights spent ceiling-gazing, mind cascading through every awful incident of my short existence. I cry for you and for me and the force we could have been, had we known how to know each other. I cry for the million renditions of “Für Elise” cajoled from the greasy keys of our little upright piano, the only way I knew to weep, fall in love or scream. I cry for the steady march of This American Life and Radiolab on weekends piped through earbuds and into my brain to fill the aching maw of loneliness and self-doubt I’d long suckled there.

As tears wind their way down tingling cheeks, trembling lips, atop melting nose, they are also tears of baptism, I realize, salty shores of rebirth. Because as I cry, it comes to me that what I mourn is a past self, that right-now-me is really crying tears of gratitude, a drop of salt water for each blessing.

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  1. ahauge-bacon1233@charter.net says:

    Dear Savannah,

    I like it. You certainly have developed a unique voice. And are creative and imaginative in expressing it. Metaphors? Maybe even sacramental, as in baptism. And it sounds like you are happier now than you were as a teen, and maybe as an early college student. Maturing takes time, and has it’s up’s and down’s. Not a straight line ascending.

    So keep up the good work. Enjoy each day, and each relationship.

    Love makes all the difference.

    I hope your knee is feeling better and serving you well enough to get around without

    too much trouble. And that your helping role at school is going well.

    Peace and love,

    Gramma

    —————————————–From: “The Savannah Bug Alights” To: Cc: Sent: Fri, 15 Jan 2016 01:25:26 +0000 Subject: [New post] Crying in the Embrace of the Great Lakes

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    savannah rose posted: “As snow drifts into winter wind and winter wind caresses snow into shapely domes, I cry for the igloo I once built around myself in a north-facing bedroom in a small Wisconsin town. I cry for a no-in-nor-out igloo, lacking a trapdoor for letting in love’s”

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