I drove down another path today, in another car, dreaming other dreams
The dust behind did not chase my car, no, it watched me move on, away from those old thoughts
I drove in the same city, with the same passenger, but it was new, and I was just a bit giddy with the newness of the other.
Sonia Chintha is an Indian American writer who lives in the Washington DC area. She blogs, writes poetry, and fiction. She is also an English teacher who believes that our experiences teach us more than any test. She is the founder and co-editor of Good Little Girls.
Love is the whoosh of a dishwasher filled uncomfortably to the brim, only to be emptied days later in a hurried, not-into-details way, which results
Sparkling laughter floats in the air Loud, drunken dancing Rhythmic and true A decade of living Young and light Spontaneous moments On and on Mustangs,
I.
Minutes
into that first class –
two and a half full
decades since she’s done
anything like this –
she has to admit
there is a kind of poetry:
the manipulation of numbers,
a focused search
for the pattern
that will represent it
all.
Baby, baby, baby That first time.. my heart fluttered, so severe that my skin shivered; a tiny quake–oh bliss Baby, baby, baby that voice high