far from home

a poem

The stars are bright on this moonlit night. Reminds me of the sky, sprinkled and spattered by the Milky Way, decades ago by the meandering river. Sharp air now greets my lungs Not-quite-ice but not far away. Different from that river-air, dank, moist Slightly warm, cold pockets at times, mud-scented. Time-traveling lost thoughts, like mist Curl and entwine as life stretches out Not a line, perhaps, but a road, pot-holed, Rocky, meandering like my river-home, Steep and painful, joyous and sublime. The stars are bright on this moonlit night.

Lisa is a poet and writer, lover and mother, sister and daughter. She lives in a beautiful place, surrounded by forests and water. It is a constant source of inspiration. If you like this poem, perhaps you might like these too: