The story of any one of us is in some measure the story of us all. ~Frederick Buechner

Poetry for the Common Man

By ,

a moment of relief

given to me like Everybody’s hot steaming chai

a man at the dog park talked to me about Oregon

and the dried flowers he saw there.

I thought about other places I could visit &

I wondered to myself

what if I traveled so that I could come back

i became absent so that my heart could grow fonder

i made space so that you, and you, and you could move in,

what if my next trip to Indianapolis

gives me an idea, a seed

to plant in Chicago, in Uptown

so that life can be given

as it has been said

more life to all &

less to none.

Stasia Bird

Stasia Bird

Science Teacher at Uptown Christian School at Jesus People USA
Stasia is a pseudo-philosophizing, music-weaving, word-crafting, human-watching human with a completely justifiable obsession for dark chocolate and Adventure Time. She also has the world's best roommate and Boston terrier.
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