Coming Home
APRIL 27, 2007
_Coming home…_
_You walk_
_through the door_
_not the same_
_as when you walked the other way…_
_Some days_
_over and over again_
_through the same door_
_not noticing the subtle changes…_
_A year,_
_another year_
_and then you are this lumbering_
_animal_
_from another country and culture_
_your skin no longer your own…_
_And those on the other side of the threshold…_
_They too have changed_
_lounging over the edge of the couch_
_as easily as if it were a tree branch_
_or slithering in and out of the tub_
_like a snaking river that winds for ever_
_through deserts and mountains_
_and concrete shopping malls,_
_circling_
_in and out as if in a dance,_
_now all in the same room,_
_personalities prickle, then soften,_
_and ceremonial masks drop away_
_and the essence of being_
_remains_
_no matter the miles traveled_
_or boundaries crossed…_
_for the heart remembers_
_what is true…_
© Lea Goode-Harris
April 27, 2007