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For Caroline. Oct. 20, 2015, farewell to a more permanent space. The ducks and squirrels, Jerome and I, miss you already.

Heart is where my home finds graceful relationship, where my soul simply breathes beneath my memories of becoming, of being at my best, sometimes my worst, but always my most full, complete, most abundantly contentious and both loudly out and quietly in content. Home unveils life's liturgy. This home wherein I was conceived and born rebirths me each dawn and decomposes all my dreams where I grow up and out, where siblings moved away from whom I married, from where I buried my grandparents, and then my parents. As my body houses identity my home houses body. While home and self-identity I can distinguish, one self from other, this is never a benign or wisely severe discrimination; better as a distinction without prospects today for contented difference; dishearted separation. My soul and mind and body fade and wilt withdrawn by force and circumstance from embryonic being. To awaken or sleep away in any profanely alien place, without power or even hope to return to more sacred memoried space, fades my eyes and ears and nose, my skin down to my spinal bones, despair this senseless loss of sense of life and breath and bread that once was mine and could be mine to share again. My home is where I live my view of neighbors and town and Earth and life flowing sedately toward, then past too quickly on my backyard river of memory, greeting ducks and swans herons and eagles soaring by to hunt this fertile rippling home with me now fading into memory as shades of sympathy not entropy, sad self-isolating apathy from my heart's dismembering womb. Lavish price for a new bodied home invites sublimating new constructions with best familiar practices and intents, artifacts of golden memories from past days and life and loves reframed by unfamiliar but grace welcoming trees and birds and a few persistent weeds.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2015




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