My mother teaches me the secret of what to do when you don't know where you are
Ellen White Rock
On the way back
from piano lessons
the smell of Miss Stuart’s meatloaf
and my missed notes snarling
our hair,
she confesses
she doesn’t know where
we are. She says
Let’s pick someone
who looks as though they know
where they going
and follow them.
We settle
on the red beckoning
of a dented Ford wagon
which leads us over
the black river, down
a grand boulevard
past a graveyard
with curling iron gates.
I rest my forehead
against the window,
feel the cool, flat night
seep into my eyes.
This starts to happen
regularly.
I realize now
we never found ourselves
lost on the way somewhere
only when not quite
home, where what waited
was monotony of bath,
bedtime: One more
story. One more glass
of water, tomorrow’s lunches,
laundry, ironing, bills.
Sometimes
we returned so late
the worn brown
paper bags
and cartoon-stamped
boxes are laid out
on the counter next
to slices of bread
facing each other
like tombstones or pages,
impenetrable pink
bologna on one side
bright mustard
smiles on the other.
Ellen White Rook is a poet, writer, and contemplative arts teacher who divides her time between upstate New York and Maine. Retired from a career as an information technology manager, she now offers writing workshops and leads retreats that combine meditation, movement, and writing. Ellen holds a Master of Fine Arts degree from Lindenwood University and has been twice nominated for the Pushcart Prize. Suspended, her first collection of poetry, was released by Cathexis Northwest Press in May 2023. She also teaches ikebana, Japanese flower arranging. Visit her website at ellenwhiterook.com.