WANDERING
Out of the forest
Of a
cramped necessity
I become only what I am:
Being
roiling toward Becoming
A
paradox of purposes
Propels me fore and aft.
Life
is continuous rhythm
Between home and wandering.
No one is not a wonder
To
behold
However one denies it.
Freedom bewilders
Only
when we begin.
I hold the love of you
In
sacred trust
And love myself in tandem.
Only
those are free
Who wander in delight
Of
the ordinary and
Originary without end.
Ask then: what shall I assent to?
What
shall I ascend to?
When you can cease fighting yourself
You
are already turned
In the right direction.
Home:
where the heart resides
And the hearth warms us
From
within.
“Yes” and “No” are polar ice caps
We
trudge between for a lifetime.
The goal of course is
Within
the frozen part of our heart.
Do
not cease the experiment
In the few years we are given.
To be
homeward bound is
Freely chosen, freely gifted.
Go
now, move to the next station.
©2017 Wandering Dennis Patrick Slattery
copyright 2017 All Rights Reserved
notes
The background image for today's poetry meme is from a Google Art Project faithful reproduction of Albert Pinkham Ryder's oil on canvas title "Homeward Bound" circa 1893-94. Both the painting and the faithful reproduction are in public domain.
©2017 Wandering Dennis Patrick Slattery
copyright 2017 All Rights Reserved
notes
The background image for today's poetry meme is from a Google Art Project faithful reproduction of Albert Pinkham Ryder's oil on canvas title "Homeward Bound" circa 1893-94. Both the painting and the faithful reproduction are in public domain.