Travel provides a perspective – what we find, what we left behind. It’s Monday, so it must be time for another poem to continue this theme. Hope you are all surviving the vicissitudes of this pandemic life.


home for most feels large,

full of the owned accumulation of a past.

friends, relations orbit

(beloved Moon, uncle Pluto in Baltimore)

exerting tidal forces, streaking the sky according to importance,

the self enjoying Copernican  pride of place.

slip away

like a leaf drops to a stream,

become one bit bobbing anonymous,

bumping against detritus in the flow.

though a few neighbors

note the absence of a single leaf,

the tree still stands.

the discovery

of what one is and needs,

the list so basic essential,

a blueprint

clear uncompromising as thin ice

for building concrete from abstraction –


p. ferenczi

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