Caroline apologizes for the lack of a real post (it’s a busy time for teachers!) but she sent us a poem she wrote.
home is where the time is
in lepoard-print journals and crushed shoeboxes
photographs with orange spots (water damage from the flood)
I smooth the creases and my father says, “I don’t remember that.”
or, “were we on vacation?”
home is where the Times is.
pieces of yesterday, scattered sections of weeks ago–
a slice of October still sits in the living room.
seasoned with eraser crumbs (crossword abandoned.)
I read the Sunday Styles
in my church clothes (jeans are O.K.)
and later with my mother under the Costco blanket.
We forget the wine in the freezer
Accidentally preserving something that improves with age.
home is home to the books we tried to write
planned but not yet penned.
Caroline (Higgins) Nyczak (’11) lives in Brooklyn, New York, where she spends the vast majority of her time teaching English Language Arts. You may also find her at barre exercise classes or playing (and losing) at bar trivia. She continues to be inspired by the energy and diversity of New York City and the beauty of that certain slant of light.
