I LOOK FOR HOME
I take the path through the mustard flowers.
A redtail & his brother fly low over me,
search me for grasp & loss. These winter grasses
in an uneasy meadow remind me of home,
a many-headed arc. A clench of chestnut deer
hold an ark of findings, wrapped in fog I
shroud in. As carcassed as a liminal bird,
clotted as a jellyfish, I wear the earth
in a peach pit, I can hide it in its own discards.
Clouds shock in motion dazzle. With my
plastic spork & zebra key chain from
the grocery down the way, I take out
my crunchy chicken salad, stretch
on the plastic bag, under minotaur sky.