Wednesday, August 28, 2013

Returning home

Once I had to return home
but the door was locked,
the house for sale and a stranger
had to be called to open the door
with a new key. The cypress tree
by the driveway had been cut
down when I was a child; the one
in the front yard survived
the subdivision until its branches
tangled the power lines during
a hurricane. But the impression
in the yard is still there, though,
right where the stump was,
suggesting an eventual subsidence
into original swamp.

Photograph by Yagan Z Dongobar via Public Domain Pictures. Used with permission. 


Anonymous said...

mysterious impressions
one just never knows

Louise Gallagher said...

Dust to dust...

I love the eternal nature of surrender that your poem evokes.

SimplyDarlene said...

sounds like the beginning of a novel.