Home is Where…
Currently I’m living in a Winter rental house on the shore of a Cape Cod, Massachusetts tidal river. Across the small river is protected natural land. I can tell what the tide is doing just by looking out the glass sliding doors to see what direction the…
Dark and rainy and cold,
Rare it is anyone calls at the door,
Upon the world a blanket falls.
Actions left for another work day
For all those not completed okay.
Physical labor of the past may
give way to the mind in sway.
Distractions naught but memories
Creative struggles emerge in clarity.
My inner life can peacefully create
Ideas and images seen.
Imaginary seems heard clearly.
One can knock on the unknown and listen.
I love the peace and quiet of this time
and hold it always, for alone it is mine.
Then off once more to the mist of dream
Having recorded imperfect that which gleams.
Traveling the spaces between.