arriving home

one more stone then crush

his eyes open and light falls
on fields he once knew

where wheat baked beneath
the sun and scent
harvest beckoned his all

now the daylight fades
and his body lies still

a silent crowd scatters

 

* “arriving home” first appeared in Borderlands: Texas Poetry Review, Number 18, 2002, and it is also in my book Awaiting the Images.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s