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Heron Clan: Oct 10, 2021, Love First Sight, Hometown, Tears Bombs
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Heron Clan Readings Sunday Zoom Love At First Sight
Love is not first sight,
it is the last sight,
it is the sight in the early morning,
it is the last sight at night.
Love is not wakeful,
love is rest and letting your brain breath.
Let it cope and not occupy
your thoughts to distraction from your self
but to illustrate yourself.
Love is not at first sight
but at last sight
Hometown
Hometown home town,
The town where I was born?
Home town or hometown,
The town when I live now.
Hometown
The town I just moved from?
Home town
The town I’m moving to?
Hometown
The home of records town.
Same town Hometown
Where grandma’s buried now.
Where are you from? Hometown?
A query often met
With a deep deep breath and
An eager eager smile
From a child of traveling parents
Casually inserting self.
How many ships crossings
How many new houses
How many friend left
And often forgotten.
The regret of the lost
Of a town to call home
Made up by the memories
Of saintly old bones
Cathedrals and church
And a castle or two.
When asked the opening question
To start the ball rolling,
A boulder heads down
An avalanche of lived spaces
And
I’ve lived there, too’s.
A roll of eyes
Where haven’t you lived?
Africa I think
Oh wait maybe I have.
While there’s
Nowhere to have come from
There nowhere to return to
But not something to miss
If never you have had
A hometown
to go back to.
A home town to
Come back from
Tears like Bombs
Have you lost your favorite toy
She failed you, disappoint you
So now you stare
So now you don't care
Hurt travels through tears like bombs
Ruptures the landscape of loss
Loss of trust
Loss of dreams
Loss like books in the Bible
You are tossed
Across a Sea of Galilee
A direction home.
Dry the well of deserved tears
Til they choke on brambles in the hills
Murdered by descent
Murdered by laments
Ground to dust
They muddy
In the quick fire up there
As it slow burns your life
Down here.
Poof
Like milkweed in the breeze
Gone.
