For my 3/16 slice, I wrote about a postcard of the Edward Hopper painting, “Room in New York, 1932” that has hung on my refrigerators in 5 different homes over the past 20 years. For today’s slice, I took that entry and turned it into a poem.
Postcard Promise. Part II
You are transient
having lived on 5 refrigerators
from your original home;
a vibrant Queens neighborhood where diversity lives on every block
where one can enjoy samosas for lunch
paella for dinner
baklava for dessert.
To the quiet
of a neighborhood backing up
against apple trees.
You are the remnant of an era
of pen on paper
postcards and letters.
A time when the hands of 2 people touched the same object
An art lost.
In today’s world of email and texts
you stand as a tangible beauty
connecting one friend to another
connecting space and time.
In all the years you have been with me,
I never looked to see your place of origin.
In all the museums I have visited,
I have never bumped into your mother.
So I turn you over and see:
Sheldon Memorial Art Gallery
University of Nebraska- Lincoln
A place tucked away in the center of the country
A quiet, steady presence,
just like yours.
Your water stains and worn edges
reveal your age
Much like gentle wrinkles around my eyes
Yet, you hold the sweetness of youth.
The promise of a life of possibilities
and dreams yet to be imagined