Home Again
Break out. Bread turned butter side up. Expose yourself a thousand times to the sun. To stare through a window into an empty memory. The garden as a cosmological sketch. The quiet order of things. Sunday waiting. A question posed to the split dough. Vapor enveloping. Hovering over the waters. In the depths of the flowerbeds aiding life.
Faun's late afternoon. Letting the hands rest. Bubbling foam. The stagnant inner waters. The stagnant being. The circling of mythic time. A notation in the cake. To leave and to come. The smell under the jewel. Carefully walking to tread the apples. Sleep. With love latent to be. Unconsciously reflect.
Family is life flowing through you from the one you received it from to the one you give it to. Home is the place where that life is intensely realized in moments you hadn't noticed before.
Break out. Bread turned butter side up. Expose yourself a thousand times to the sun. To stare through a window into an empty memory. The garden as a cosmological sketch. The quiet order of things. Sunday waiting. A question posed to the split dough. Vapor enveloping. Hovering over the waters. In the depths of the flowerbeds aiding life.
Faun's late afternoon. Letting the hands rest. Bubbling foam. The stagnant inner waters. The stagnant being. The circling of mythic time. A notation in the cake. To leave and to come. The smell under the jewel. Carefully walking to tread the apples. Sleep. With love latent to be. Unconsciously reflect.
Family is life flowing through you from the one you received it from to the one you give it to. Home is the place where that life is intensely realized in moments you hadn't noticed before.
Lucia L. Fišerová