I rarely wear dresses. They are for special occasions only. These days of retirement and pandemic, hanging around the house day in and day out - ha! Dresses have been absolutely nonexistent in my life. Yesterday, on yet another quiet, happy day at home with my husband, I decided to wear a sundress. Who knows why? Some combination of summer weather and being tired of wearing the same clothes. I wish you could have seen my husband's look of surprise! So funny. He had forgotten I even owned the dress - I had not worn it in over three years. In fact, I'd only ever worn it once...
...which sent us down memory lane, and I landed in this free verse poem:
this lovely sundress
bought three years ago
our 30th anniversary trip
to Costa Rica
yes, I wore it
on this marvelous day
of adventure
where we walked
where we walked
and walked
and walked
yes, I wore it
to find the bus stop
to find the bus stop
near our cottage
down, down, down this long hill
past the simple homes
down, down, down this long hill
past the simple homes
of metal and wood
so much green
so much green
so many flowers
gorgeous hills in the distance
yes, I wore it
on the hot bus,
sticky and full
sticky and full
with so many beautiful locals
a sense of their lives
their dailyness
their kindness
their joy
yes, I wore it
to the town of Sarchi
where bright and beautiful
where bright and beautiful
wood oxcarts are made
where we stood in the park
where we stood in the park
eating yummy greasy
chicken and yucca fries
where we wandered
where we wandered
the small shops and vendors
searching for
who knows what
to treasure
where we heard the solitary guitar
where we felt
where we heard the solitary guitar
where we felt
the beautiful breezes and
the gentle sunshine
yes, I wore it
back to Grecia,
where we got lost
where we got lost
searching for a bus
to take us back up that hill
where locals at the gas station
where locals at the gas station
saw the confusion in our eyes
offered just enough
offered just enough
sweet caring English
to insist on driving us
to insist on driving us
to the bus station
so we jumped in their car
our hearts full of trust
yes, I wore it
as we drove
squished in
beside two unknown others
seatbeltless
in the backseat
of a tiny old car
quickly quickly quickly
across town
where we hugged goodbye
our dear old friends
where we hugged goodbye
our dear old friends
of five minutes
yes, I wore it
as we ran
jumped onto the departing bus
back up the long long long hill
where this time we knew
back up the long long long hill
where this time we knew
there was a closer stop
an easier walk
to our cottage
yes, I wore it
returning to our home
away from home
knowing so much more
knowing so much more
love and beauty
yesterday, I wore my sundress
and went back in time
and went back in time
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It is amazing how things evoke memories. I think that is why we, and I mean "I" find it difficult to streamline the house. Everything we pick up reminds us of something from the past and it is hard to let it go.
ReplyDeleteI love your description of the day and your line "yes, I wore it" to tie to all together. Fun post!
ReplyDeleteThank you for the trip to Costa Rica. The pictures enhanced the journey and your writing. I always like when writing ends how it began.
ReplyDeleteWhat a lovely way to recall your beautiful memories of your trip. Objects do hold memories and I love how your dress brought back yours. Great poem.
ReplyDeleteMaureen, thanks for the virtual tour of Costa Rica. I laughed when you spoke about not wearing dresses. Pandemic life did this to all of us but you broke the norm with your dress that shocked your husband. I like the religion in your story poem and hoe one dress that brought many memories back.
ReplyDelete“The dress remembers when…” reminds me of the song “the song remembers when.” I love your walk down memory lane and yet I feel like I’m right there with you in a whole new experience, eating the chicken and looking for the bus. I love poems of place - places in time, places in location - and you write of both so beautifully.
ReplyDeleteThe dress took us on such an incredible and beautiful adventure! The line quickly quickly quickly had me zooming along with you and then the hugs goodbye! Love it
ReplyDeleteMaureen, what a beautiful memory of your 30th anniversary. I'm so glad you got it out and wore it again this week. That was so special. My favorite part was the new friends who helped you get to the bus station and then you hugged them as you said goodbye. That said so much about the culture and people who were your hosts on this special vacation. And how they "offered just enough / sweet caring English"
ReplyDeleteLove this post!