Coming Back Home
Called home my nomadic heart yearns to unpack scattered shadows,
Ornaments of blue Orion winds and souvenirs of summer place passions,
Mirrors found in attic reflections - refraction's hallmarks of nostalgia,
Image mirages of battered milestones shed like outgrown skin -
Nests of hidden pleas and prayers in locked trunks as abandoned minutes -
Garlands of tangled seasons and dried bouquets.
Home awaiting unspoken future days when trying on again
Outgrown masks of jeopardy discarded - crannies of warm hearths -
Making room for nascent triumphs to tickle laughter no longer stooping
Even as my nomad heart wanders only to return in magic primal circles.
N/A Contest: Acrostic 10-12 Lines- 4-16-21
Copyright © Sam Kauffman | Year Posted 2021
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