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.
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.
of what one is and needs,
the list so basic essential,
clear uncompromising as thin ice
for building concrete from abstraction –