Like scaring up chickens off their roosts,
squawking loudly across the yard, I dusted up
a scene to take me away from my home,
to wander into experiences of other homes
and homeless feelings, to learn that I wanted
back on my home roost.
The ease of being missed and missing wanes
& waxes. Distance increases and the
need to fill what had always been provided.
It takes the reins of my days, determines my direction.
I was exposed to caring for children, managing
animals, caring for an old man infirm by a heart ailment.
Traveled into histories made before I ever was, and tied up
from neglect in knots of opportunities taken by others.
Halls of stained glass rained colors, a pathway for
my steps across the cathedral, tending to preparations
for the next event, celebration, funeral, arrival of a
dignitary, a queen.
Skies of another place had me tethered by the heart
and I landed hard on my return, embraced by a known
firmament. The belonging took longer to reemerge,
prodigal all the same.
—Martha Ward
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