The old copper road
As children we were told that strange things happened
Along the old copper road during the autumn equinox.
I have walked it many times as a child
An old dust road grubbied my white socks
Mother knew I had disobeyed
She would say I was lucky to have returned.
I remembered thinking grown-ups
were very strange beings
I wondered if they could be aliens.
For me, it was a peaceful place to walk
Copper leaves shining under a weak sun
Soft breeze lifting the turning leaves
Reminding me of flamingo dancers, how the dresses
would lift, swirl with each stamp of their feet
I remember the stories of people disappearing
Of stargates, time warps, alternate realities
Grabbing people to populate new dimensions.
As a mother I wondered if I would let
my little ones walk there alone
Suddenly my feet decided to walk it
Something I hadn’t done since childhood
Mother’s house felt the same, yet now it belongs to me
What is it about the grown-up mind
that changes everything?
I could feel the warning in my body to be careful.
I hoped I would make it back to read the note
I left on my dining room table
“You are lucky to have returned…”