Thursday, June 2, 2011

Homing in

As it gets nearer
you relax.
The landscape
grows to
become your family.
The sigh of homecoming
escapes you and her.
For it is
your mother
who says the welcome
and tells the history now.
It  curls
and unfolds
around this body.
It weaves you
back in, taking
a marked place where
both ends of
the timeline
can be seen.
And the time
when there
will be a gap.
When the land
will enfold you again.

2 comments:

ifthethunderdontgetya™³²®© said...

Hey, I'm not quite dead yet! *bonk*

Very nice, A.K.
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merc said...

Awe.

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