Back To Sylvia Beach Motel Poem by Romella Kitchens

If I could go anywhere again, it would be back there...
Sylvia Beach in a fast, red jeep, the wind cupping its hands about my body.

Time changes but we still feel the same about certain life passages, catalytic aspects.
We went to the west coast to reconnect a family torn apart by the winds of fate.
I still see the two of you, Father and Son walking on the beach with the same gait, your right hands in your right pants pockets,
the sand pure, almost white.
I still connect with the waves, challenging each other, life challenging itself.
I, who am empty of gentle motherhood, felt I almost had a son then
-- felt the freedom of the high lifted sky, the wilder gulls.
We birth and raise things quickly in a difficult universe.
The tides shift, time changes and all is re-routed.
The tides form against us and sometimes for us.
We must coexist within that.
We must learn from those tides and each other.