
I began to understand
How much, in that moment
Home was where I wanted to be
Not for its familiarity
Nor for its comforts
Nor even its dull grey beauty
But for its being
An integral part
Of my being

Not for its familiarity
Nor for its comforts
Nor even its dull grey beauty
But for its being
An integral part
Of my being
Still the shadow of nature
Falls upon me
With her supple forms
Her irregular grace
So I quiet the urge for being
Let her sunshine warm me
And become the bough
Blowing in the wind
On such days
I strive for clarity
For the deepest answers
For the deepest questions
For the deepest experience
Or is the world
Just as it is
And all the fractures and facets
All the breakage and breaking
Just me?
I am naught but wire
Wrapping a steel skeleton
On top of which rests
A pattern of thoughts
Making space
For what comes next
More than grey matter
More than thoughts
More than being
More than all the love
I have ever given
In the final moments
I stop
When blood stops
I am
Blood
I close my eyes
Breathe, consciously
And bring up an image
Of tranquility
A memory
A fantasy
A painting
A scene
Hold that in my mind
Breathing in
Breathing out