We moved through vistas of noise and color
as illusion played out its spectacle
through light and scent,
walking through a maze of yesterday
memory plays its timely tricks
seeking out of solace our imagined perception
of what was and is now not.
Yearly tradition like familiar dreams
grab us eagerly like children
dragging us into the good times left behind
and we look back as we grow dark and grey,
missing those fast paced colorful moments
wondering if our life left us
as the train pulled out-of-town
destination bound to the next stop
somewhere East
where the sun would greet a new day
and a new band of children eager
to make memories.
We won the prizes through sweat and tears
as fists full of dollars flowed like water in goldfish tanks
and I-Got it balls bounced aimlessly down the midway,
a lost red orb kicked off to the side unseen
by passers-by.
I know the scent of my youth
for I have lived it each year of my 49,
until now not having missed a piece
and I look back and know it’s okay
’cause the train took me into that sun
where I knew the colors I needed were a turquoise sea
and a sky that is unmatched.
I rode the ride of a wave,
unchecked and not tethered in for fear
as I smelled the scent of salted air,
so sweet like caramel to me,
and this land a piece of history
more for circus than for fair
but it is where I chose,
it is where I meet the fair of my dreams
in sleep it comes to me,
the precious memories
never left behind like empty lots
where the magic happened,
but where the sounds rise up to meet
a thousand bits of color
in the stars that now teach me of quiet
and peace
and no need for the thrill
of yesterday now gone.
This image was taken at the Erie County Fair, photographer unknown. I spent at least a day if not more every year for all of my life, inhaling the aromas of sausage and peppers/onions, fried dough, caramel corn, roasted corn….the list is endless, although I always had to have my piece of Louies pizza….as if you couldn’t get pizza everyday from anywhere…it was just a tradition, a staple of my experiences there. With moving to Florida, I missed it this year and I’m okay with that….there’s always next year….but I wouldn’t trade a day there for the afternoon storm clouds, the lightning storms, and the stunningly gorgeous blue green water of the gulf. To me, the trade-off is, lets just say, Fair.