Coming and Going Poem by Tony Hoagland

Coming and Going

Rating: 5.0

My marriage ended in an airport long ago.
I was not wise enough to cry while looking for my car,

walking through the underground garage;
jets were roaring overhead, and if I had been wise

I would have looked up at those heavy-bellied cylinders
and seen the wheelchairs and the frightened dogs inside;

the kidneys bedded in dry ice and Styrofoam containers.
I would have known that in synagogues and churches all over town

couples were gathering like flocks of geese
getting ready to take off, while here the jets were putting down

their gear, getting ready for the jolt, the giant tires
shrieking and scraping off two

long streaks of rubber molecules,
that might have been my wife and I, screaming in our fear.

It is a matter of amusement to me now,
me staggering around that underground garage,

trying to remember the color of my vehicle,
unable to recall that I had come by cab—

eventually gathering myself and going back inside,
quite matter-of-fact,

to get the luggage
I would be carrying for the rest of my life.

Lyn Paul 14 June 2021

I can relate to your words. An excellent description of a broken marriage.

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Savita Tyagi 14 June 2021

Interesting poem with interesting images to express the uncertainty, fear and difficulty that one would face while stepping in a life of being alone and starting all over again.

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Sylvia Frances Chan 14 June 2021

Excellent objective poem, teasing himself upon his stupidity and thus excusing himself why he divorced his wife. A great poet greatest feel for humor.5 Stars for The Modern Poem Of The Day, very entertaning piece.

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Tony Hoagland

Tony Hoagland

North Carolina / United States
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