Bookstore Poem #384. Clay from ash

Another afternoon hanging out at the bookstore, if only for a little while…

Let the fragments of bone
create a speckled look
for depth and texture

Let the adobe brick
in my hand
fill in the spot
next to the brick in yours
and the ones after that
until the house has been built

Let the walls breathe
with the weather
and changes in temperature

Let fingerprints
shape the soft spots
and mark the milestones

Let the house I grew up in
welcome me home
when I need somewhere to land

Let the embrace
sustain me
when it looks like the end is near

Let me pretend
I belong here
for a little while

I will add my own brick
some day

(22 September 2018)



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