Back to work!

Back from my sojourn to The Homeland.  What a place.  Oh man, what a place!  I'd say it's probably even better than New Mexico, although it'd probably be close.  Real close.  Almost too close to call it either way.

Anyway...   now it's back to work.  Here's something I finished up this morning, just to sort of ease back into things...

Late Summer Sunset in Ramblewood, Texas 

Yesterday, the willow strands clicked

In the breeze, a soft sound like shucking

Corn, passive, mindless.  The wind’s blowing

Autumn from the northwest.  I see the clouds, smell

Rain and the sweetness of moisture, cooler

Weather.  We used to play in the field across

The road, climb in the lone oak tree, spill

Our laughter over the rocks and winding hills, tumbling

Like a stream, cold and precious. 

Today, we are responsible, go

In cars to asphalt parking

Lots, carrying papers and talking

On portable telephones to people we don’t

Really know, about things we never

Understand.  We call the mystery progress and wonder

Why it still hasn’t made us

More whole, as if division

Ever yielded a sum greater than the split

Substance.

I see the sunrise and work

For the sunset, pine for the place I used

To sit beneath the trees, in the blue shade near

Twilight, with the see saw voice of crickets, and the whip-or-will

Of familiar birds calling at dusk, the knowing

Eyes of owls sitting in hollows

Beyond the tree-line.  We’ve forgotten

Too much, remember

So little and despite our wide, roaming

Experience, still know nothing

That matters.