HEADING HOME

 

 

No worn path home,
we make circles
following the seasons
in the shadow of the moon—

to the coyote’s yip
and canyon conflagration
finding perfect pitch
to make a chorus.

Our dreams are wild
enough to need
no fuel, no accolades
to draw a crowd

any closer. We pick
our way, break no stems
on the eternal scent
of heading home.

 

4 responses to “HEADING HOME

  1. Seem to be back on your feed. Nice

    JEG

    Liked by 1 person

  2. Absolutely beautiful, John.

    Like

  3. Pingback: Self-Portrait in Moss… | Elsah Cort :: Artist

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