Poem – Closer to Home

The present reality defined
by actions and the current environment.

Layer upon layer the past still
present the future a passing breath.

Morning sun filtered
through the spring trees

as the rain has finally fallen
and leaves turn and fill in

the space left by the previous
dead, winter, dead.

A slow walk on the worn dirt path.
The sky caresses the tree tops.

Wind rattles branches while the
robins and ravens play and forage.

The space fluctuates and stabilizes
around my eyes and what I feel

lifts up and detaches from the body
and I see everything bathed in light.

While this is part of a home
my home becomes more clear

the more we walk
the further we venture in.

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