By Leah Brodsky
I dream of a time where I can go back to California, Where I can see the surfers on the Waves in wetsuits protecting them from sorrow, Where the food trucks have men Offering napkins to wipe away pain. California is full of strangers, Of park rangers, And Avengers. I like seeing strangers, People who I don’t know. People I see are new beginnings. They don’t know me. They will take me as I am. I met a boy at an improv show, Struggling to take a tow of fame and fortune. He had a pretty face and Hopes and dreams made of lace. I met a girl who liked to go to Rodeo Drive And try shoes on but never buy, See the mannequins and admire. She wants to be a fashion designer. I met a boy at a coffee shop Who loves Star Wars And wants to be in a big movie. I like seeing streets of strangers, Full of Zac Efron life-size cutouts and conversations Waiting to happen about the water and the waves, About the news and the graves. All types of life to talk about and To witness the beauty of, like a sunrise. I dream of a time where I can go back to California, Go to a new home, Full of warmth And strangers With botched dreams. Like mine.
Waves of Time
I see three children Throwing a frisbee You giggle into the bubbles of the water As the wind twists the flying saucer, Like time. I see the couples who Wander towards me, holding hands, Splashing each other playfully With my turquoise lassoes of hair. I wonder if they’ll stay together Or split in purple rain. I see the elderly Who are as old as time, Who stumble cautiously Into my arms, Waiting for the Circle of life to pass by. Oh, how time and the waves intertwine, Like braided hair, As I watch people Fear my vastness, my unknown, But oblige in my life and refreshing feelings of hope. I am hope in time. The minute hand ticks by Like my rippled tips and My blue eyed waves are a clock.
Leah Brodsky is a 24 year-old poet from Scituate, Massachusetts. She went to Roger Williams University and is now a teacher.