Sunday, January 15, 2012
Saturday, January 14, 2012
I will not write about home.
You can never go back, that much
is well documented.
Here are the things I can return:
1 T-shirt, too tight around the middle
3 Spiral notebooks, poorly bound
1 Textbook, for a class not taken
One can give back what is useless, or broken.
One can lay claim to something new.
The former cannot re-emerge as the latter.
One can return, but not return to.
There are no stories in objects untouched,
spaces uninhabited, clothes as yet uncreased.
The old stories are gone.
They are in that home, whose doors are locked.
This emptiness is yours to fill –
Friday, January 13, 2012
turn into yourself.
As an archaeologist
carefully brushes years
of dust aside
to uncover the pieces
of symbols of life
I parse my way
through odd things;
seeking some fundamental truth--
only to find that the heart
of the substance
is the dust.
Sunday, January 8, 2012
A many happy returns to you!