Peeking out of the darkness Hidden for so long Fleeing Running Always escaping Always alone Longing for connection Peeking, is anyone there? Moving Swirling The darkness flows with me Can you see it? Can you see me peeking through the darkness?
Home sweet home Where I can sit on my *** With no need to roam And no need to ask Or research What to do next A good sesh of nothing Sounds like the best With no need to worry About where to eat dinner And when to meet friends Order in trusty take out Throw the kids in bed Time to binge on light shows Then sleep like the dead
NCL August 2019
Had a lovely vacay but it's always so nice to get home.
Now they are memories like silver threads in a gliding tapestry how wondrous feeling and smelling the sea breeze the aromas and excitement of the market the cool magnificence of the mountains in late autumn on the brink of winter.
These travels and their newness still dance in my head but even now my gut clinches remembering the effort and focus on preparations each day.
It’s the dark side of the coin sadly evoking shame to even mention it a blotch in the snow on the marvelous trek north.
But write it I must. I wonder if it take courage to be pitiful in public, but maybe that’s what poets do undress in front of everyone. It is the stuff of nightmares and here I am doing just that.
On the other hand…
How sweet the peace and routines back home sitting calmly writing looking out on the back yard the tallow trees coloring preparing to shed a variegated carpet below.
Maybe it took travel to help me appreciate the beauty of these serene moments at home.
Written two days after our return from a glorious ten day trip from Texas to Vancouver and Whistler, British Columbia. This has been a draft, but I revised it and made it public today.