May 062011
 

 

One small box of last minute grabs, some travel books and my computer are waiting on the pool table in our basement. A last minute goodbye to my home of 25 years. I scribble a haiku on a yellow post-it note with pencil, punch a hole and tie a loop of embroidery thread through it. Walking outside to the Japanese maple, Lisa asks me “What’s that?” …. as I knot it around a branch and watch it flutter in the wind, I answer “You may read it, but don’t take it down. It will wither and disappear”

midnight train –
whistling the dream,
that was


A long hug, a tear, some last words, a glance and a hesitant wave… I drive off into a rainy Friday afternoon. Now, with my new home tied to my back, the road into the unknown ahead of me and only memories behind, the sky breaks open… I’m on my way to new horizons!

spring rain …
the grass looks greener
behind me


  3 Responses to “Leaving home, coming home”

  1. You are such a beautiful writer. I love you SO much!

  2. I can’t seem to fully load this post from my smartphone!!!!

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