Kentucky

I was inspired to write this during a week I spent on the countryside of Lexington Kentucky

• Poetry

								
The tar of the blacktop brings back the memories of my early youth, burning at my feet. Sitting on the driveway of my Baba's house picking at the melted tar on a summer day while the hose runs as fast as my nose and the water dripping out of my hair. The sunset is undeniably impermanent but has a sureness of coming back, always guaranteed, but so different with every return. Not really the sun, but the sky and vast scenery around it. The sun forever stays the same but everything around it is always changing leaving the past in memories and whispers in the wind, never to be experienced the same way again. The past will never come back and it won't ever be how it was, it can only be reminisced over in melancholic nostalgia. These memories seem to spill from my head to my feet like sand in an hourglass. Each grain not fully recognized but somehow reminding me who I am and who I've always been, sending me adrift like I'm floating on my back in an ocean of thought. The night sky makes me think about my decisions and every step I've taken to get me to this point. I have no regrets, but sometimes I dwell on what could've been. Not just for myself but for what I could've done to put others down the right path. The thing is though, you can't help people who don't want to be helped especially when you can't even help yourself. Sitting on the roof at night I wonder about the night sky. I don't understand how the stars do it so easily. How can something so still and unmoving be so meaningful and soul striking? I think we go too fast for the stars. We can't see the true longevity of their interstellar placements and lifetimes. We will never see their true beauty. Not for real, at least, just in pictures and in bright white specks across the sky. Even so, it doesn't take away from it all, and how the night sky seems to get more extravagant with every passing night. I want to be like the sky and stars, the sky and stars in Kentucky. Everywhere and nowhere all at once. To last in elapsed memories, like a song you can't get out of your head. But I want something the stars don't have. To be understood.
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