Homage to My Home

Dedicated to my mother. I'm always thinking of you.

Now that I'm gone I see you

like lightening

fire, ice, freezing as the stars shine

waking up to the most beautiful chill

I have ever seen

It smells like the pause

we never get

always running to

and from

but you gave me the the silence of the ages

Now that I'm gone

I understand

It's not to be categorized

bastardized, compounded

commodified

Dear God take me but save

the sand crystals under the

beating sun

Now that I'm gone I see you

sap dripping

tree crying slowly

dying I touch but did not

feel

You were an event on a Saturday afternoon

too hot at 12p.m. too cold by 7p.m.

time masked it all

driving home to channel 13

the sun setting beside me

blue

red

yellow

orange

but inside there was longing

Now that I'm gone I see you

hands free

I know even less than before

except

You were there

and will be
when I return