Tag: home

  • Silent Objections

    Silent Objections

    The calm water reflects the coldmorning sky coming on-line. Pierced by raven calls and lulledby rolling waves. Fragments I carried herebegin to slip into the water. The cold and water I have come to embraceas years have passed, has not changed. The same stones mark the way to an ice covered shorelineand that tree has…

  • Standing in the Backyard of Childhood

    Standing in the Backyard of Childhood

    The dirt. The stars. Nearing midnight in late summer. A glimpse, fleeting thought, of that person I was. Standing on the patio lost in the sky, wondering what else is there. Feeling I did not fit here, did not belong, hoping there is a home out there, beyond the stars.

  • Another Winter

    Another Winter

    Spring fell into an early winter. We scramble to remember how cold was last year? How much snow? Where is that puffy jacket? With little warning, no fanfare, the sky settles into the land, wrapping grey arms around each tree. The road home follows that reddish path mixed with wet snow into a hazy transition…

  • Winter Grass and Wind

    Winter Grass and Wind

    The winter grass and wind sings her song. Ravens join the chorus. Returning to roots and origin. Lulled to sleep by the natural world.

  • Home is our True Being

    Home is our True Being

    Home is not just where you live and return each evening.  Home is that place we hold close in our hearts and in the dreams we wake from and try with endless energy to return to. Home is not where the hat is hung, but where our subconscious retreats during times of angst and when…

  • Poem – 92nd and Madison

    I look down from the roof over Madison Ave and watch people enter and emerge from yellow streetlights, bobbing heads and umbrellas, taxis speed near and far, the rain softens the constant chatter and the voice questioning and answering everything at once. Through 10 to 20 story buildings I see the reservoir a few blocks…

  • Poem – Simple

    A quiet evening as the dust settles and chaos is held at bay, watching the sunset with nature’s creatures. Simple. These moments defining a life provide peace and a bit of knowledge grounding our place to and within the world.

  • Joline – Home

    “Which way home?” She asked in child’s voice. “This way, into the sun.” I replied, pointing up the slope at the muted late winter sun at the path’s end. “We all come from the sun.”

  • Poem – That Cabin in the Woods

    That cabin in the woods, nestled beneath second generation pine planted after the last logging, waits for our visit. Snow caught in tree-tops meanders through the winter sky covering the green roof in a smooth slope where acorns speed to the ground. Ravens ever present toward the open fields, near the old silo base, they…

  • Poem – Empty Fields

    When this life’s pace and chaos become too much I know where I can turn. I return to my roots, I return to the empty fields. Here is a clean slate waiting for the mind to create. They offer possibilities, an endless space to chase and capture dreams. This is where the mind can exist…

  • Poem – Path Home

    The pine tree lined path covered with early season snow beckons for me to follow and with eyes closed.

  • Poem – A Childhood in Retrospect

    Shifting through photos I feel no connection, no recognition to the person with time and years ahead of them, looking to the future. Pausing at one in particular in the midst of summer, oak leaves burning with white light, the sun slowly fading into the horizon behind the hill at the street’s end. What was…

  • Poem – Existence

    The dirt road lined with pine and poplar exists in familiar land and on the map, but standing here beneath the northern sky as the cool wind brushes the lake, I am without time or space. In moments where I become aware of my contact with the earth, does it matter where I exist physically…

  • Poem – Are They Watching?

    From that white pinpoint in the evening sky – I wonder what they are thinking, and I wonder are they watching? Our future plans take humanity further from earth searching for aliens and distant planets, a search for another home, perhaps, or are we looking for ourselves? In the endless pursuit beyond here, are they…

  • Home is our True Being

    Home is not just where you live and return each evening.  Home is that place we hold close in our hearts and in the dreams we wake from and try with endless energy to return to. Home is not where the hat is hung, but where our subconscious retreats during times of angst and when…