September 21 - Poem

African American Review, Fall, 2002

September 21.

Myronn Hardy


my father pressed lemons stirred their
juice in water  sugar a hail storm.
       Where are you going?
I took down the atlas.
       No. Where are you going?
       Home. To find home.
He looked away  I was an island
  Madagascar breaking from the continent.
The rooms dimmed  my mother watched the trees
fall  the sound cutting the earth in half.

Myronn Hardy is a graduate of the University of Michigan and Columbia University. His first collection of poems, Approaching the Center, was published by New Issues Press in 2001.