I Am Going Home
There is a stone road between here and there
and I am driving.
Top down slowly the red Porsche glides
No cigar burns this evening's incense
for I am already blessed
for my music is quiet …
and so am I
There is a turkey gobbling somewhere in the dusk
A cow moos.
A stone deer missing an antler signals me
that here, maybe, just maybe,
I can stop running.
I can open the clenched fist
Loosen the clenched jaw
and breath
The septic is bad.
The well is sulfur.
The stars are bright
And I am home
Mary’s roses, red and prim
wisteria grows 30 feet
and hangs off the pines
like Christmas.
Lots of paint and sore muscles lay ahead.
I am just a visitor
but for time.
I’m sitting in a wood kitchen chair in the grass
‘cause it’s all I have… that and the stars above…
and finally a tomorrow
that is mine
(my back yard to the tree line)
and I am driving.
Top down slowly the red Porsche glides
No cigar burns this evening's incense
for I am already blessed
for my music is quiet …
and so am I
There is a turkey gobbling somewhere in the dusk
A cow moos.
A stone deer missing an antler signals me
that here, maybe, just maybe,
I can stop running.
I can open the clenched fist
Loosen the clenched jaw
and breath
The septic is bad.
The well is sulfur.
The stars are bright
And I am home
Mary’s roses, red and prim
wisteria grows 30 feet
and hangs off the pines
like Christmas.
Lots of paint and sore muscles lay ahead.
I am just a visitor
but for time.
I’m sitting in a wood kitchen chair in the grass
‘cause it’s all I have… that and the stars above…
and finally a tomorrow
that is mine
(my back yard to the tree line)
By:
Baroquenhorse
Age:
51-55
,
Male
