I did not go to Nashville
I did not go to Nashville looking for you.
Why I went there is not important.
Where I went is not important.
When I got there has nothing to do
with my poem.
On my way back from Nashville,
you were in my head.
I could not shake you out
like apples from the trees
outside my grandparents’ house.
It was so long ago
that I helped my grandfather
rob the bees.
How thick and sweet that honey was
and the bees did not sting.
Distracted driving kills,
but I was not distracted.
On the way back from Nashville,
I was looking for you in my head.
I heard your voice.
It was as plain as it was
the last time you said goodbye.
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This poem weighs heavy on my heart because I’ve been in a very similar place a couple times. It’s a powerful emotion and I love this poem because of it.
The title catches attention and takes us easily into the poem. Interesting that your search takes you back in time. I remember eating honey right out of the hive. So good! Happy times in the past contrast with the sad search.
looking for that memory stored safely ready to be brouht out when the poet could stand the visit. —-love the rhythm, the truth, the ‘been there, done that’ reflection for all of us.