Carrie Ann Welsh
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February
What we mistook for fear
was only the desire to escape,
and we end up
again in a place as
thrillingly familiar
as the sound of your own name
from a stranger’s mouth,
as open windows just before summer,
as the photograph of your grandmother at your age:
things we thought could never exist.
There is one thing we all want:
someone to call our name
in rescue
in remembrance
in praise.
was only the desire to escape,
and we end up
again in a place as
thrillingly familiar
as the sound of your own name
from a stranger’s mouth,
as open windows just before summer,
as the photograph of your grandmother at your age:
things we thought could never exist.
There is one thing we all want:
someone to call our name
in rescue
in remembrance
in praise.