"Footsteps""Footsteps" became one of 13 finalists in Opera Omaha's Poetry and Music Project. I had the amazing opportunity to collaborate with the composer and artists as it was set to music, as well as attend the concert where each piece was performed by professionals.
Listen to the full song by composer Sidney Marquez Boquiren here. |
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Already in the distant past
Lay deep footprints
And sled tracks
In the snow, long-melted,
From our childhood.
Our world was made of
doorbells and porches
bare feet on warm concrete
Adventures across backyards
up and down the block
It was never meant to last, though
moving trucks come and go
only we remain
hunched over in dark rooms
our faces illuminated
By blue light
our bikes stored away,
the sleds forgotten.
Red leaves, rainy days
The birds flew south together
They left the trees--
Their homes--
And so will we
The real question, then
is what kind of memories
we’ll be bringing
with us.
Years from now,
Perhaps a new doorbell
and a creaking porch
will remind us where our hearts
were formed--
Over the fence
on the swing
begging as the sun set
for ten more minutes
in the streets
That now echo with our footsteps.
Lay deep footprints
And sled tracks
In the snow, long-melted,
From our childhood.
Our world was made of
doorbells and porches
bare feet on warm concrete
Adventures across backyards
up and down the block
It was never meant to last, though
moving trucks come and go
only we remain
hunched over in dark rooms
our faces illuminated
By blue light
our bikes stored away,
the sleds forgotten.
Red leaves, rainy days
The birds flew south together
They left the trees--
Their homes--
And so will we
The real question, then
is what kind of memories
we’ll be bringing
with us.
Years from now,
Perhaps a new doorbell
and a creaking porch
will remind us where our hearts
were formed--
Over the fence
on the swing
begging as the sun set
for ten more minutes
in the streets
That now echo with our footsteps.