Home Again
Home is an elusive moment that gets harder to identify as time brings changes.
A DAZE OF BLUE, A HAZE OF YOU
home to me: a place i took for granted 6,000 times and more: having the same telelphone #: same address, parents, brothers, friends: sameness of a small town in new england
How it all rearranges, full of new faces and the loss of old places.
IT'S ALL THE SAME
home to me: the way fall nipped at your ankles as winter approached: icicles a foot long hanging off the back porch: the whiteness of the land : the blackness of the tire trampled slush: the thrill of sledding, skating, and skiing: the coldness of face, hands, and hiney.
Home is a moment of truth of acceptance of all we have or have not to do.
DAT'S THE GAME!
home to me: knowing the sands of Nantasket in which my grandpa proposed to my grandma: the rides at Paragon Park that sparked the feeling freedom of flying
Promises that never came true and surprises rising like morning dew as the sunlight slices through
NOW WATCHA GOING TO ..... DO
home to me: the little lines crisscrossed into a face of worn linen: a million thangs is home: the smells of familiar foods culturally ingrained into a love of hot grease, cheap meat, garden grown greens, bread, butter, salt, pepper and sugar.
Going to? rest easy in the past and treat each day anew, as if it could be my last that fits as softly as an old and friendly shoe.
a day anew.
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Diane Poole
Ageless
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