Home

When the North took its grip
and I knew just where
I should be

The silence, so still,
yet a bell and a Raven called
and the waves, gentle now
murmured "you are home"

Alone -

It hurts sometimes
but today it is right.
No questions, no answers -
the natural state

We are all very much
alone,
but it's so noisy

"Why do you love the desert?"
Lawrence was asked
"Because it's clean"
he said.

I've not read the book
but know the movie
and know the meaning -
from Labrador and Newfoundland
to the majestic gray clouds
and yellow sky between them,
right here -

"It's clean."

It's afternoon,
but nightfall is near -
Mine, the world,
or just another day

I live it,
love it
it is -
I am

What?

The road is gray,
beckoning -
Come sleep.

The sky is gray yet bright -
Contrasts, context,
It is all mine
and it is all yours,
if you are there
and will listen,
and look,
and breathe

The Chickadees await
as I arrive at home,
but I was already home -
What do I mean?

Like a hermit crab,
my shell is me
and I am something inside
my mobile home

I move as slow
as the crab or snail,
while the birds rush
all frenzied
to beat the darkness

Their lives so busy
and brief,
yet they act
as if they know me

Maybe it's that simple