Laura Dimmit is from Joplin, Mo., and her family survived the fierce tornado of May 2011. The entire area was strewn with debris, and here’s a poem about just one little piece that fell from the sky.
School photo, found after the Joplin tornado
“Joey, 4th grade, 1992”
He’s been on the fridge since it happened,
sneaking glances from underneath the cat
magnet at our dinners, coffee habits, arguments.
We posted him on the database of “items found,”
hoping that someone would recognize his messy
hair, Batman t-shirt, blue eyes, but no one
answered the post or claimed him.
Somewhere a childhood photo album is not
quite complete, or a grandmother’s mantelpiece;
an uncle’s wallet. One afternoon I got restless,
flipped through my old yearbooks, trying to find him,
looking to see how he might have aged: did he lose
the chubby cheeks? dye his hair? how long
did he have to wear braces? But he’s too young
to have passed me in the halls, the picture just
a stranger, a small reminder of the whirling aftermath
when Joplin was clutching at scraps: everything displaced,
even this poor kid who doesn’t even know he’s lost.
Poem copyright ©2012 by Laura Dimmit and reprinted by permission of the poet. Introduction copyright ©2013 by The Poetry Foundation.
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