Even tho'
I'm really only
there
all tired out and sad,
And looking for
A quieter cover to reboot
Or to Celebrate our Families, our Endurance
And even tho'
I still remember
you could drink me
under the table
"Without even tryin,"
and not remember
when I'm there ---
In essence
I belong
to your Place
In some kinda 'nether world
Our Soul
Rests there
And gets too testy, when not there
And compares every tasty pleasure
To being there
It's always your hand, your space,
your seed, your Place ~~
"Fresh mushrooms in butter," you'd say,
"Breakfast of Champs!"
That slice of creek and grin of beach
Connecting all your Place
to the Sea
Like a handle on the silver platter holding tight my heart
Squirrels hungry gnawing
through pine boughs
Redwood burls birthing at the gate
Leaping, clear-eyed, ever watching
Silver fox cub
peeking in your window
Ol' granpa racoon
scolding us again
And you! gift-wrapped
by the Zephyr Star
decked out in swirls of Meta Physic Fancy
Sow bugs still guard the kitchen stair
Neon green tree frogs
Still keep our plumbing
clear
Linda's Hearth note: this poem comes with different line lengths and tabs, but I don't know how to display that in my blog presets yet/
Will rewrite when I can display it better.
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