Finding Home

 

For NaPoWriMo – day 11

Card 13, Gallery 1

Finding Home

And so, our traveler moves
on, knowing her memories
are rich tapestry, each night
carefully unraveled. Now,
understands that each step
taken is another stitch woven
into its ultimate wholeness.

Laughs when she remembers
how she once feared aloneness,
gloomy cobwebs of scattering,
scrambling ashes, at thought
of never belonging. Feeble
feeling at possible end in some
corrugated hovel, far from
anything so crucial as home.

She had learned from her journey.

It was only a word that once
hummed with other meanings.
In another time, was defined
as all one. Something her very
soul yearned toward. Fullness
that spilled forth, like dandelion
fluff, in seeds of story, bits
of music about seeking,
sometimes quiet weeping.

She belongs to the Universe,
and the Universe made its abode
inside her being.  All one, gave
each step new meaning. New
color and texture, at finding
home, right here within her.

Elizabeth Crawford  4/11/11

Notes: Thanks to Brenda W. for her Sunday wordle challenge. I used all twelve of them: laugh, corrugated, gloomy, hum, cobwebs, hovels, dandelion, scrambling, ash, feeble, crucial, words.  The word alone, finds its beginning in the Old English all one. What can I say, I’m a word freak? But also once again, want to thank those who come and comment on these poems. In responding to those comments, I often find the seeds of more poetry. I love it when things come together in that fashion. And thank you all for taking this journey with me.

Soul Cards: both galleries may be viewed by clicking on the image. They were created by Deborah Koff-Chapin, and she may be found here:  http://www.touchdrawing.com/