Were you hereGlad to notice
Remnants of
My morning coffee
What consecrates me
This is my why
could I walk backward
I would walk backward
would I erase you
I could erase you
close my eyes
close my eyes
where are the words
here are the words
here is my love
where is your love
close my heart
close my heart
With what gloves do you handle
Your mother
The one who wonders at you
What pieces of your heart do you hold
For her alone
Will you rise to all she knows you are
And meet her at her pace
Catch her if you can!
With what boots do your walk upon
Your mother
The one who provides for you
What segment of your sinew do you share
For her creatures
Will you champion her air and terroir
And give your dying breath
Back from whence you came!
At times, I’m frightened
Stargazing above, alone
Wishing you were here
I am an appointment
Admittedly one for which you and I
Know not the time or the place
You will show, dear one
On time
On purpose, I am
Not a side-trip or just-passing-through
The destination you charted and planned
You will know my name
With time
The neighborhood, am I!
The where you grew up and longingly miss
The haunt of where you’ve not yet lived
You will call me Home
In time
