sammi ama


Trailblazing - Poem by sammi ama

My abuelita told me a story
where a trail of breadcrumbs
led a brother and sister back home.

You left a trail of yourself
in the form of memories
that I'm afraid to follow
in case you might end up being Home
because I gave you back the key.
Even though you keep one under the mat,
I'd never show my face near that place again.
There's a map of how to get around
without you, but

(I think I lost it some time in June)
the commute is a lot longer
and I fell into the habit
of using you as navigation.

My father taught me
how to use the sky to know
which direction I walk towards
and how to estimate the time.

'You'll never be lost
if you just let the world tell you where you're going."

What happens when you get bonked on the head
and the dizziness mixes up east and west
and tells you the wrong hour, switching AM and PM?
What then?

This is where the sidewalk ends,
where the breadcrumbs fall short,
and I am too far from you (and everyone)
to call for help.

This is where I make my path and build
a home of my own.

Topic(s) of this poem: miscellaneous


Poet's Notes about The Poem

sometime in the fall of 2014

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, September 3, 2013

Poem Edited: Tuesday, October 25, 2016


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