The Best Part – POETRY CHURCH

While it is day
And the hope of the next ride
The twists and turns
The loops and whips
The next unexpected plunge
Or just the gentle fragrance
Of deep-fried-sugar-chicken-oreo-
bacon-funnel-cake
Still beckons us onward
To the longest of lines
For the shortest of rides
And the best of the worst
of the very best worst foods
As long as these simple hopes
Remain firmly enthroned
Inside the enchanted castle
No child
Ever wants to go home

But when it is night
And our feet are sore
And our stomachs have turned
And our face hurts from
Laughing
Or crying
About rides we never rode
Due to the constraints of time
And the crowds
It is then
And only then
That every child understands
Going home
Is the best part
Of going at all

About The Author

Matt Beard

Matt Beard is an artist most known for his paintings that portray hundreds of locations across the length of the entire California coastline. He spends weeks at a time alone in his van traveling the state and looking for new vistas upon which to plant his easel. All that time on the road has really messed with his head, and so he’s taken to writing poetry as a way to cope with his increasing anxiety about parking tickets or overnight camping violations.

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