“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.