Recovery

KATHRYN JONES 

April 11, 2020

I fall

into the past 

the future foggy

in my mind

I curl

into a fetal position

yearning to crawl

back into the soup

I tremble

with an inner quake

crushing my heart

at the epicenter 

I dream

it’s all a nightmare

tricking me with

magical thinking

I awaken

to see a floating wall

faded rectangles 

where pictures once hung

I weep

for voices remembered

the silence echoing

through empty rooms

I see

the faces of my ancestors

beckoning me

I yearn but I cannot follow

I long

for those who have gone ahead

in this closed vessel

my love has no place to go

I wait

to cross the river 

until that day

life is a string of stepping stones

KATHRYN JONES is a longtime journalist, essayist, author, and teacher. A regular contributor to The New York Times and  a contributing editor and former writer-at-large for Texas Monthly magazine, her essays have been published in Texas Monthly and in two anthologies, A Uniquely American Epic: Intimacy and Action, Tenderness and Action in Sam Peckinpah’s The Wild Bunch, (University Press of Kentucky, 2019), and Pickers and Poets: The Ruthlessly Poetic Singer-Songwriters of Texas (Texas A&M University Press, 2016 ). She currently teaches journalism at Tarleton State University and is finishing a biography of Ben Johnson, the Academy Award-winning actor (The Last Picture ShowThe Wild Bunch) and world champion rodeo cowboy, to be published by the University Press of Mississippi. She was inducted into the Texas Institute of Letters in 2016. 

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