the atlanta airport heavy
with august heat was
unimaginably distant from
the cool and often frigid july
i'd spent in england
i'd been at oxford to study
literature for a summer
before my senior year
back at alabama
i was a late convert english major
with a lot of catching up to do
but i'd found my purpose
tintern abbey took
possession of me
in the lake district
far from balliol or the wye
hills water mountains
grass almost too green
a midsummer night's dream
transported me
in stratford
a simple production
scant scenery and props
spoke immortal words
in contemporary dress
and broke the boundaries
of my world-view with
the beauty of the bard
i had a lot to think about
struggle with
learn
i was twenty-one
and there were also girls to pursue
girls with far less clothing than
the frumpy woolen sweaters
back in england
and even that could not drown out
the hype of the crimson tide
expecting a big year
i was so alive
my brain exploding with
expectation and possibility
when aunt edie met me at the airport
and told me about the tumor
Posted by Rob on July 19, 2008
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