often now i dream of home

 

not the place of coming from

nor all the places i have been

that to me were only home

through accident of being

the places my belongings were

at any given time

but →

hestia

goddess of homefire

is elegantly and modestly

robed

no specks assail her

 

i approach the stove

with  my bucket of wood

just chopped

my mucky gloves

and my plastic apron

that says

martini

 

my son watches

  →

today

i bought silver dance shoes

 

to dance on a rock

on one of those days

when the sky is a high pearly mist

and the sea is silver

 

like my shoes

 

i used to think that →

today at the shapeshifter cafe

cold winter gave forth cats

and dead brown leaves of ivy

dripped honey balm

for the restoring of lost souls

 

spiders glad to be loved

danced finespun vials

for sweet elixirs of birdsong

liquid →