My heart breaks.
The wind blows, the blood flows
Life leaps clear from grey rock to green trees.
Here
Ice hangs in pans along the shore.
Low tide, high tide, breathe in, breathe out.
The cedars wear tough bark, worn elegant by life.
The fractal forest light,
Invades the canyons of my soul.
No cars, no motors, no midnight lights
No life blind people
Trying to turn me around.
Oh god, oh goddess,
When can I come home?
The wind ruffles,
Cane breaks erupt with small birds.
Patterned water shivers barnacle images below.
The world is light moving
Pools of cold air deep in sunless bays.
Huge swells hump in from the ocean.
Snails, fish, crabs,
Deer deep in the woods.
Oh god, oh goddess,
When can I come home again?
How can I come home?
The stillness speaks inside me.
Down in late morning tidal depths,
I can see the ground I walked at midnight.
My soul is pinned like a bright shell
In a place I never lost.
Oh god, oh goddess,
When can I come home again?
How can I come home?
Corinne Parker Jan 1996;
Revised June 2022,