There’s No Going Home

Katie Spirit, Wide-Awakeness Project Leave a Comment

You can get there from here, though
there’s no going home.

Natasha Trethewey

In her poem, Theories of Time and Space, United States Poet Laureate Natasha Trethewey describes her experience going home to Gulfport, Louisiana. Trethewey’s words make me think about what it means to go home. Having lived in the far corners of the United States, being home has special significance for me. Home was never a place from which I was running. It was a place to which I would return. Home was defined by ritual, by real hugs, by a got your back mentality that made soaring and crashing alright.

The poem provides directions to Gulfport. Where to turn. What landmarks will appear along the way. How far things are. How long it will take. I appreciate that clarity. I never really had a map for my life that laid out a particular direction. I just always knew I wanted to go. I moved to the Pacific Northwest after a phone call to AAA and an oil change. I moved to Texas with little more than an acceptance letter to graduate school and a thirst for knowledge. I moved to Washington DC with the promise of a good job and the fire of my ambition. All my directions headed away from home.

This poem is about going home. It is about the importance of dead ends, and the comfort of shrimp boat rigging when skies are threatening. It is about the parts of us that remain throughout the journey, and the pictures of us that stay when we leave. It is about buried mangrove swamps and tomes of memories. Trethewey cautions not to carry too much of the past, and that seems helpful in a forward-thinking-forgiveness-inspiring-grateful kind of way. She understands the complexity of home.

This poem makes sense to me for several reasons. I have always been able to find directions that lead away from home, but this poem suggests how to return. It gives me coordinates for my questions. Treathewey celebrates the details of home as familiar and important through a lens that includes geography and place. She also marks the passage of time and experience as significant. I believe that to be true with my entire being. I suspect she says there’s no going home because we are changed by every breath we take. Even with a map that takes us back to the exact place of our birth, our eyes see differently. Things are smaller. We all get older. Our favorite places come and go. Within that, some things really don’t ever change.

I think a lot about home. I believe home and family have given me more in my life than I can ever express. As the place where I am seen. As the place where I return in joy and sorrow. As the place where understanding comes without words. As the place where ritual courses through my veins. As the place that taught me about possibility, responsibility, and commitment. As the place that gave me roots from which to grow. Embracing home in all its fullness is elemental to my capacity to love myself and others. Creating home in all its fullness is elemental to my capacity to see beauty across the landscape of my life. Finding peace at home in all its fullness is elemental to my capacity to breathe wherever my feet are planted.



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