home lives inside the heart
and my heart dwells here
on the shores of water borrowed from the other side of the mountain
on an earth that’s hard and forgotten.
my heart mingles with wild plants that are maligned by most
(i find them miracles)
tenacious plants that chose this place and persist
they have not forgotten the earth
let’s not forget to thank them, those maligned plants,
for they have a wisdom of their own.
i chose this place, too
and, like them, i’ll persist
i have not forgotten the earth
i’ll love all her weeds and thank them
and i’ll seek their wisdom,
for mine has been forgotten.
and just like them, one day i’ll move on
and i’ll have awakened an ancient wisdom that belongs to all beings
and i’ll leave behind love
a love that persists
my heart dwells here
this is home
the chickens are on vacation
their eggs are nowhere to be found
it seems they must be exploring
something loftier than laying on the ground
yellow blue moon in the eastern sky
three boys: one tall one six one small
flash lights darkness
a few short years
darkness will be home
to a teenage boy
and the whole of them)
this moment is truth:
rejoice in them
that is all there is
As I write, jars of peach syrup “ping” as they cool. Fifteen pounds of plums picked from the neighbor’s neglected tree sit on the counter awaiting the same pureed fate. All three boys are in bed after a full day: some school, some sword fighting, a visit with friends, and lots of reading and being read to. Their bodies wrestle under the sheets after another well-lived and perfectly ordinary day. At home.
H O M E.
It’s a little bit location. It’s a lot of other things: contentment, service, commitment, gratitude, work, imperfection, love. My feet are sinking into this dirt. This grass is plenty green.
she sits on her nest as if that is all that there is to do.
can i just sit on my nest like that?
as if that is all that there is to do.
i’d like to.
is there anything but the nest?
it seems we all think so.
but how big is the nest?
perhaps it is as small as basket of twigs and as big as the universe.
i think the robin knows.