Poetry for Strangers is about finding inspiration in community, in people, in the chance encounters of everyday life. PFS suggests that every person can be a “muse” of a poem. Every week of this year I will ask a stranger for a single word and then write a poem inspired by the word. I invite you to do the same.

Share your poem on this week’s word!



 

My dad and I are planning a ten-day walk this spring, about 15 miles each day – so I am training now by walking all over town. To motivate myself to keep walking, I set interesting stops along the way: a coffee shop, the old train depot, lunch, and Cinder Winery & Tasting Room. That was my final stop; there I had a lovely talk about travel with a woman who works there.

The Stranger: Kiah

The Word: Home

The poem I wrote:

Donner du temps au temps.” –  François Mitterrand

Home is how they catch us, a lovely trick
when we wish to be caught. Between time and time,
between home and home, there are one thousand
stories to keep us awake, each one strange,
each filled with answers on how to live free. Yes,
time needs time and home needs not-home:
an aptitude for goodbyes, a knowing that the more
we know and the less we do, the better.

The Challenge: Do you have a poem in you on this word? Write one here.