I was going to skip this week’s poem. Until yesterday my mind was a soup from the heat—my mood in danger of drowning. Despite the lack of sleep, I woke up just before sunrise today and went out with my camera. After seven kilometres of brisk walking and two hours of aimless wandering in the park, I am sane again. My next post has already taken shape, but for today I dug out an old poem I wrote a couple of years ago. I thought I’d give it a chance.
I from time to time a longing lurks in depths unknown with stones moss-grown, uncharted parts I fathom mine I claim it mine this land within I could be wrong for it may be so far beyond or in between the curve of time I long for home—to go back where it all begun, where I begun a sparkling flare, a chromosome in kodachrome I shoot along my father’s tomb, my mother’s womb a chanting moan—I’m coming home the spool unwinds and light leaks in home is not the one I shot a mocking scene in frail old blinds the path unwinds, an endless loop home is not what I once thought I strive to look as gear rewinds upon remembrance I lose my track all is illusion and in confusion I probe the dark to find an entrance In defiance I yell to all there was no home, there’s only home in now, in all; this—my acceptance II I won’t be sad when willow weeps for it’s her way to praise the way of all that keeps the cosmic strand I won’t be mad on time’s departure for it’s a lie, he never left, he stayed alert in now, in rapture—a book of sand
So glad you didn't drown in a puddle of hot soupiness but decided to post this poem. I still go 'home home' to visit Dad.
Reality Nature Infinity. You nailed my sentiments perfectly.