my slippers
were crossing
the porch
with creek rock consideration
as the frost had come
to cover the morning
with a blanket of october
my new sunday eyes assessing
the wonder
birds of paradise
encapsulated in the sunrise
creeping prismatic
through dew droplets
crowning blades of bluegrass
soon to take flight
i expand my lungs
welcoming the respiration
with the whole of my somatic awareness
as my blood remembers the capillary beds it should be tending to in the far off reaches of my limbs
my past has fallen into the sea
the words are coming back
i am remembering
to live
with all my stars out
to exist poetically
one mile from my porch
up route 27
there is a sign
nailed to a tree
that says simply
almost home
ten feet from my empty bed
there is a stainless steel and ceramic
tooth brush holder with room for four
holding only three toothbrushes
that says simply
almost home
today is a perfect day
to be happy
5 replies on “almost home”
Well, Alicia…you know what I think. This one is splendid. Such clarity. Wilkommen za ruch…
I mean “willkommen zuruck”
Gorgeous. The poem as well. I like the nostalgic prosody, and most I love this stanza:
my past has fallen into the sea
the words are coming back
i am remembering
to live
with all my stars out
to exist poetically
oops, it fell into my poetry pocket; looks like I’m stealing it.
keep your stars out,
David
David, it’s Salinger…the notion of having all your stars out…
Sent from my Verizon Wireless BlackBerry
oh, cool. so it was already hot before I stole it.
next month I’m definitely going to spend an hour or ten checking out Salinger outside that one work of his . . .
keep your stars out,
David