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A first time adventure for a 60 year old Seattleite
At Petco Park with her husband and his 88 year old aunt,
Contented native San Diegans, both among others
Now living in his former San Diego neighborhood
Today, watching the old team with new eyes as it plays

Seattle Mariners not doing well, but Padres doing better
The hot sun burning her arms and knees
Resenting the languid cheering of San Diegans
Recognizing the Seattle players names from before
When they were the home team on the news for a season

The 60 year old transplant from the Pacific NW
Was experiencing an altered sense of where she was
Not only geographically, but culturally and emotionally
No memories here just new things to learn
Wondering why the disorientation seemed new, yet familiar

No matter where you are, there you are is the thought
The alien considers now that she is planted, but rootless
Feeling lonely among 25 thousand people?
Knowing how grateful she should be to be in paradise
At age 60, retired, relocated with the gift of a new start,,,

Still, unsure about the move... knowing it had to happen
Just not certain that it is the best choice that was made
Feeling out of her element and not centered or focused
A senior citizen reliving insecurity of a middle-schooler
Knowing that her husband has come Home to stay

Yet, she has made an effort in a short time to reach out
She has the comfort of having been loved by strangers
And people with a very deep bond that can be shared
From relatives, Christians, musicians, AAs and neighbors
Realizing that change takes time and that she has opportunity

Stephanie Millican

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The following comments are for "A Day at the Ballpark"
by EchoMarm

@ echomarm
Interesting thoughts in this poem.

Did you just move? Is that why you've been away from lit lately?


( Posted by: OchaniLele [Member] On: June 21, 2009 )

@ Ochani
Moved in October. Been very busy getting established in San Diego.
Thanks for your question. Also I am a binge writer. Write when I'm emotionally sated and need the release of pen to paper. S. Millican

( Posted by: echomarm [Member] On: June 21, 2009 )

My town! Welcome. I moved her when I was sixteen and never left. It was, by the way, a much different town then.
This was interesting, great thoughts in a lyric format. I let myself float with you and found myself, my old mind, entraining with yours. Those issues that only the seniors of us would understand - where is the tether when the world is for the young? Where is the relevence? Who hears?
I guess I'll spend the rest of the day in those thoughts. ugh!

( Posted by: jonpenny [Member] On: June 23, 2009 )

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