One day a child will return
No longer in shame or chagrin.
There is always a home,
A beginning, initial rays of light, first steps taken.
Night falls in the quiet country
Crickets and critters, shapes and movements among the trees.
The screen door shuts, echoing in the darkness
A cigarette glows fiery red and orange, and then, a sigh.
It embraces you
This homecoming. You could stay here forever.
And perhaps some do, or will.
You either resist or you yield.
No place is Shangri La.
The green is as vivid or lean
As you wish it to be, wherever you are.
So: Will you reclaim this now, again, as Home?
Daily Prompt: Local
Thoughts of past transgressions:
My innards recoil
With embarrassment, disbelief and unease.
On display for all to see
And revel in?
Why do I not see this manifested in the aura of others?
Surely, I am not the only one….
Daily Prompt: Cringe
Will it go round in circles, will it fly high like a bird up in the sky? ~ Billy Preston