I look out my window and there is nothing but forest and darkness
despite my age I feel safe
As we cruise through the winding Mississippi roads we start to feel
tired from our day long trip.
‘’Your just a little him aren’t yaw?’’, is what everyone said when we would stand next to each other.
Jazz plays in the background as I whine and tell him ‘’ This is old man music’’ just to see him laugh.
What he doesn’t know is how much the music puts me at ease.
All those trumpets and saxophones burned into my memory
made me feel like I was the luckiest son in the world
I wish I was a kid again so I didn’t know about this trend in black culture.
My sister, mother, cousin, other cousin, 2nd cousin and probably more all connected by IT.
Even my friends and I make corny jokes about IT,
‘’My dad’s a magician he disappeared and never came back’’
or ‘’where’s your dad?’’
We laugh because we all know what the other one goes through when someone actually asks
‘’What about your parents?’’, and we correct them and say ‘’parent’’.
So instead of wondering if it’s my fault, my mom’s fault, Gods fault, or whomever.
I take a drive with him and listen to the creaaak of the trees and the whirling sound of the wind.
Not because I’m sad but because it makes me feel safe.
That IS my safe place.