a poem, once in a blue moon

So once in a blue moon, the mellow artsy side of me surfaces up. Today, it tells me to write a poetry about home, Seattle. Here it is :

Miss You

It was once a here

Now that it is there

It was once in me

Now it is a reflection

In the mirror I cannot touch

How is it possible for me to forget you?

You

That brought me the joy of being simmered 

in the sunlight of the summer..

and tantalize me with the view of the sunset

You

With your forest so lush and green and high

Mosses hanging on the branches

wet with morning dew

With water and mountain in my view at the same time

Driving really fast

Sunlight in my eyes

Living in the moment

and only that moment

Spur of the moment

The smell of latte

and people chattering

and the anticipation that the rain might fall

just anytime

Cloudy perhaps, most of the days

I walked my path, step by step

Up the hill, then down the hill

through the market, the flowers, the statues

Unusual perhaps, some faces might seem

Some gestures might provoke

but they is they - no expectation

you is you

and here you can be you 

With your red stockings and fedora hat

Or your knitted shawl and your cozy mittens

With your leather boots and your sexy skirt

Or your vintage dress and your mini purse

madison, night, bell, capitol, belle

madrona, kirkland, park and the sun

trolls, space, plane, glass statues

I miss them all..

I miss them always

It was once my home

Now I am a visitor