I am from frame flats with steep staircases, lining city streets. Daddy's eyes, sparkling. Momma's worries. Baby sister, big brother. The smell of yeast bread as I climb the narrow steps, Cozy. The smell of beer, always. Cereal for breakfast, peasant borscht for supper at 5. On the back porch, tracing Sputnik across the sky. Shame: "we don't say that." I am from Steelworkers Union 19806, Bargaining rights and hoping for overtime. Snowy drifts. Winter winds. Slow springs, long awaited: lilacs in big dishes, coleus leaves and hollyhocks. Moving - again. Up north and cooler by the Lake, Humid nights, thunderstorms crashing from east to west, short, languid summers, sheets fresh from drying in the sun. I am from hanging with the smart kids, The Center Street Library, laughter, and lots of tears. Anger that never cooled. Warm and loving folks. Books. Books. Books. Old World people and me, tiptoeing into the New World. * "Where I'm From," Mary Elyn Bahlert, after George Ella Lyon,"Where I'm From" *
Photo by Mary Elyn Bahlert, May, 2022, Cedarburg, Wisconsin
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Mary Elyn Bahlert
I am a spiritual seeker, a seeker who has "taken a drink from many cups." I love to accompany others on the deeper journey to witness to their True Self. Now a writer, photographer and poet, I have retired from full-time ministry as a pastor in downtown Oakland, CA.
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