Chicago, Denver
Maybe Memphis
Please not Houston
Somewhere else
No longer here
But not yet there
Time absent of
Context
Becomes unrecognizable
Voice of authority
Garbles overhead
“Would I know if they called my name?"
Masses wait, some are better
At this game than others
How strange
To be a place
That no one
Wants to inhabit
Showing posts with label the INN. Show all posts
Showing posts with label the INN. Show all posts
Sunday, March 27, 2011
Friday, March 25, 2011
Another Long Goodbye
Today we said our Pittsburgh goodbyes
We were able to coax
Puggy to play his drum
It was quick
But we have video evidence
We’ll watch in a few weeks at home
Reassuring ourselves
Of the goodness of this trip
It’s not the last day
That’s tomorrow
When we’ll be up before dawn
To get everyone moving
And off to the airport
Fourteen or so hours
Of flying and waiting
That’s the official end
Saying goodbye with predictable
But honest tears
Reflecting exhaustion, joy, and fear
I will travel the final leg alone
And arriving at home
With a confounded sense of time as
My desire for sleep vacillates
With a restless disquiet
We were able to coax
Puggy to play his drum
It was quick
But we have video evidence
We’ll watch in a few weeks at home
Reassuring ourselves
Of the goodness of this trip
It’s not the last day
That’s tomorrow
When we’ll be up before dawn
To get everyone moving
And off to the airport
Fourteen or so hours
Of flying and waiting
That’s the official end
Saying goodbye with predictable
But honest tears
Reflecting exhaustion, joy, and fear
I will travel the final leg alone
And arriving at home
With a confounded sense of time as
My desire for sleep vacillates
With a restless disquiet
Things Heard in a Van While Driving Students, from the INN, Around Pittsburgh for a Spring Break Mission trip…
It’s Thursday! Seems like we just got here…
Did you see that guy?
Which one?
I feel like we’ve been here forever…
That one, the tall one…
You were supposed to turn back there…
I can’t believe how friendly the people are…
Go around the block and maybe we’ll see him again…
Who made this CD?
I’m getting so much more from them than I’m giving…
How can there be so many empty buildings?
No, I meant back there, that street…
I did. It’s special music for our trip…
What’s for dinner tonight?
I haven’t seen a Starbucks all week…
I’ve never felt so close to a group…
Now you really need to turn around…
I think I’m going to change my major, maybe quit school…
I gotta come back here someday…
My parents will never believe I did this kind of work…
Wait, let me check my phone…
It’s March, it happens.
Did you see that guy?
Which one?
I feel like we’ve been here forever…
That one, the tall one…
You were supposed to turn back there…
I can’t believe how friendly the people are…
Go around the block and maybe we’ll see him again…
Who made this CD?
I’m getting so much more from them than I’m giving…
How can there be so many empty buildings?
No, I meant back there, that street…
I did. It’s special music for our trip…
What’s for dinner tonight?
I haven’t seen a Starbucks all week…
I’ve never felt so close to a group…
Now you really need to turn around…
I think I’m going to change my major, maybe quit school…
I gotta come back here someday…
My parents will never believe I did this kind of work…
Wait, let me check my phone…
It’s March, it happens.
Wednesday, March 23, 2011
Everybody’s OK
It didn’t quite
start the day,
but we had to
call 911 before
heading out the door.
(Everybody’s OK; don’t worry.)
Not sure if we lost more
time waiting for the ambulance
or trying to change
a flat in
downtown Pittsburgh.
(Everybody’s OK; don’t worry.)
At lunch I’m driving to
check on the 911 student
when a car crosses in front of me,
hitting the car coming up
in next lane.
(Everybody’s OK; don’t worry.)
start the day,
but we had to
call 911 before
heading out the door.
(Everybody’s OK; don’t worry.)
Not sure if we lost more
time waiting for the ambulance
or trying to change
a flat in
downtown Pittsburgh.
(Everybody’s OK; don’t worry.)
At lunch I’m driving to
check on the 911 student
when a car crosses in front of me,
hitting the car coming up
in next lane.
(Everybody’s OK; don’t worry.)
Tuesday
morning
Scattered awakenings
Quiet words spoken around the table
A morning message
From a neighborhood pastor
the work day
Cement poured
A sidewalk built
Drain installed
Roof resurfaced
Relationships, old and new,
Explored and empowered
evening
Reflection, conversations
Listen, and listen again
Words, songs, prayers
Rest, sleep, peace
conclusion
Goals accomplished
Finished projects
Friendships built
And memories shared
Scattered awakenings
Quiet words spoken around the table
A morning message
From a neighborhood pastor
the work day
Cement poured
A sidewalk built
Drain installed
Roof resurfaced
Relationships, old and new,
Explored and empowered
evening
Reflection, conversations
Listen, and listen again
Words, songs, prayers
Rest, sleep, peace
conclusion
Goals accomplished
Finished projects
Friendships built
And memories shared
Tuesday, March 22, 2011
Puggy’s House (That’s Not True)
We spend the day
At Puggy’s House
Listening to stories
Of playing along side
“…famous people…”
Ray Charles and others
“…that you wouldn’t care about.”
He speaks of being thirteen
And making his first recording
“…you know,
(drawing a large circle with his hands)
A big, black record.”
He’s been told it’s on the Internet
But he doesn’t have that
Puggy says
That some people
Say they don’t like his music
“That’s not true,”
Puggy says.
“When I see their foot tap,
I know I got ‘em.”
We climb a rickety ladder
Two stories to strip
A hundred years and untold layers
Of gummy, enmeshed tar paper
From his aged roof
We’ll finish tomorrow
The stripping, at least
Pittsburgh 2011 mission trip
Day 3, Monday
At Puggy’s House
Listening to stories
Of playing along side
“…famous people…”
Ray Charles and others
“…that you wouldn’t care about.”
He speaks of being thirteen
And making his first recording
“…you know,
(drawing a large circle with his hands)
A big, black record.”
He’s been told it’s on the Internet
But he doesn’t have that
Puggy says
That some people
Say they don’t like his music
“That’s not true,”
Puggy says.
“When I see their foot tap,
I know I got ‘em.”
We climb a rickety ladder
Two stories to strip
A hundred years and untold layers
Of gummy, enmeshed tar paper
From his aged roof
We’ll finish tomorrow
The stripping, at least
Pittsburgh 2011 mission trip
Day 3, Monday
Sunday, March 20, 2011
Church
Church, real church
Wall of sound
Flash of motion
Joy ignites my heart
Passion joins soul and flesh
As songs go on and on
Then the preacher begins
With a delicate whisper that turns
To a holy rage
As the congregation
Stands, claps, shakes
They holler their praise
And then there’s more
Always more
The preacher and the band
A seamless blend of
Prophetic words and
Pulsating sounds
I am enveloped, all of me
And then it’s done
Pittsburgh 2011 day 2
After a morning at Mt Ararat Baptist Church
Wall of sound
Flash of motion
Joy ignites my heart
Passion joins soul and flesh
As songs go on and on
Then the preacher begins
With a delicate whisper that turns
To a holy rage
As the congregation
Stands, claps, shakes
They holler their praise
And then there’s more
Always more
The preacher and the band
A seamless blend of
Prophetic words and
Pulsating sounds
I am enveloped, all of me
And then it’s done
Pittsburgh 2011 day 2
After a morning at Mt Ararat Baptist Church
Saturday, March 19, 2011
Outbound
Anxious anticipation
Over preparation
Restless sleep
Early rising
Quick goodbyes
Peaceful drive
Intense transition
Stragglers arrive
Rude employee
Endless lines
Flight delayed
No surprise
Over preparation
Restless sleep
Early rising
Quick goodbyes
Peaceful drive
Intense transition
Stragglers arrive
Rude employee
Endless lines
Flight delayed
No surprise
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