WHERE IS HOME
I have never set foot anywhere that I feel is mine. I've walked thousands of miles and set foot on at least 5 country roads. I've seen the sun set and the sun rise over oceans and mountains, tasted the rain of jungles and what little there is in deserts-rare. But I have always felt unhomed, as if maybe I resurrected to the wrong planet or the wrong reality and this was probably inspired by a view of the homeless as we have many and I feel for them and so I write.
WHERE IS HOME?
written between July/October of 2022
small revision 9/22/2024
i shall open the door to the sun
have a conversation with the moon
tell my stories to the dark
as the universe listens..
quietly
i will open the treasures of my life
share the gifts i have been given
of a myriad and motley stripe
yet abundant I will share them..
freely
i shall serenade the stars
wishing i had the voice of a lyre
to match the heart of my desire
beyond the veil..
keenly
i will reap what i have sown
knowing the debt is mine alone
i am not of measly bent
offer my soul in recompense..
serenely
i shall wander for a time
a gray and sullen place not mine
until the universe calls to me
parts the wall of sanctity..
finally
i will then have paid my dues
and i will wander without rules
the very stars that have so beckoned
to my soul without a reckon..
cleanly
i shall at last give quick reply
this marbled beauty i will hie
not looking back i say goodbye
at last i've made it home..
safely
in the stars, i roam..
peace
About the Creator
Victor Mendez
Born in 1958.There's a lot of road beneath these feet.Worn out pairs upon pairs of shoes.Been a ranch kid,a city kid,a Marine,a dad, a grandfather now,an avid reader and just recently began writing poetry in 2015 just to vent.
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