There is something in the setting sun
that can be seen
only Days from home.
only Days from home.
Mile after mile, the sky reveals itself
kisses the horizon, caresses its curves.
Cloud and color dance in Earth's rhythm,
creating a light show for my eyes
that I could easily have missed.
I let my mind play
at the edges of thought.
Slowly, the tightly wound ball of twine
that lives at the back of my head,
the base of my spine
begins to loosen.
I am breathing.
Home
is more vast and welcoming
kisses the horizon, caresses its curves.
Cloud and color dance in Earth's rhythm,
creating a light show for my eyes
that I could easily have missed.
I let my mind play
at the edges of thought.
Slowly, the tightly wound ball of twine
that lives at the back of my head,
the base of my spine
begins to loosen.
I am breathing.
Home
is more vast and welcoming
than I had ever thought.
Mom, the way she used to be, appears beside me
Do you see the sun? she would say
and we would Ah,
and see
what we had not seen
what we had not seen
before.
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