November 23 #gogparty Poems

November 29th, 2010

in Brittany
we wandered the hills
salt air
never letting us think
of home

* * *

at the river bank
the bridge is gone –
there’s nothing left
to gather
but hot ashes

* * *

night harvest –
we gather in
some dreams
some nightmares
and all the rest

* * *

I gather
all my thoughts together –
how could we know
it would come
to this?

* * *

waiting
for the last train
a gust
of sparkling snow
blows us all home

* * *

waiting
in long TSA lines
we gather
to give thanks
for modern travel

* * *

standing
against reality
why can’t I see
I am already
home

* * *

in this house
for eight years
but now
with my daughter
it’s home

* * *

here
when I found poetry
I knew
my heart
was home

* * *

we gather together
one last time
holding hands
until night
pulls us apart

* * *

gather up
this broken body
bind it
with soft words
and silence

* * *

I don’t gather
old memories
I rip them
from my journal
page by page

* * *

in silence
I sneak away from home
but the squeak
of the old stairs
betrays me

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