Correspondence with Charlotte, North Carolina

“Ziggle Zaggle” was the first of three important poems that I wrote in ’95. I wrote it in May. Then, the second came in the summer. I’d left Charlotte three or four months earlier, and I was starting to miss it and my friends. “Correspondence with Charlotte, North Carolina” was how I spoke the longing.

Correspondence with Charlotte, North Carolina

I hope you get this letter

sent by heart so fond.

I hope you stopped by Freedom Park

to skip a stone in the pond.

I hope you had nice holidays

and upon your lips a smile.

I hope you find a home

in this life of time and miles.

I hope you think of me

when you think of friendship dear,

I’m so sorry that time and purpose

don’t allow me to be near.

Please forgive me, as your company

I cannot just now embrace,

but I have words to write,

aches to mend,

and demons yet to chase.