Lakes are a thing in Poland. I spent many summers on lake beaches, swimming, diving off wooden jetties, paddling around in row boats and pedal boats, and going on kayak excursions. People talk about the sea but lakes have their own understated magic. This is a poem about lakes and homesickness.
Over the past couple of years I’ve been working on a solo performance project about my journey to understanding home and belonging as a TCK. It’s taken SO long but I just couldn’t figure out how to tell the story on stage. The project has gone through countless possible incarnations in my mind and on paper but it is now – finally – nearly there. I’m so excited. I’m tired of writing – I can’t wait to start rehearsing! I’ve written so much material that I won’t be using, so I’ve decided to publish some of it here. Monologues, poems, vignettes , fragments of a fragmented identity. I would love to know your thoughts.