Nostos

I have two poems in the current issue of The Rush (Mount St. Mary’s University). Here is the first:

Nostos

 

It was on the rise

behind the blueberry bushes,

blue-black with fruit.

 

I don’t know

what drew me there

since my bucket was full,

 

but a small stone

stairway made its

way up the rise.

 

I imagine a homestead

once stood above—

but could find no trace.

 

I took the stairs

up then down

then up again

 

calling out, “honey

I’m home,”

echoes died to stillness—

 

a quiet

that predated man’s

invention of time,

 

as I sat on the top

step in the late

morning sun,

 

feasting on berries

and daydreaming

of home.

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