Beam me up Scottie,
I think, is the phrase,
that gives a clear message -
I want to go home.
I've had enough excitement
on this shift
to keep me going for years.
So let's weigh anchor
and remove our good ship
from this current galaxy
to some new, fertile world
where the heart can grow fond
and we can see life
at close range.
Enough of space suits
and the many protective layers,
let me yield to soft greens
and connect with a place
where I feel I belong.
Below us lies the farm, deserted.
The mud house slowly being consumed
It's beams have yielded to gravity
and the fireplace,
once the heart of the home,
is buried beneath layers
of broken roof tile and lath.
I love to stand in the slanted light
and connect with the past.
I feel the fertile earth remember
as I shift an old pot, or a child's chair.
A current, a flash back, a whoosh,
a close encounter with another world.
Though firmly anchored in the present
I let my mind range
through the many voices that whisper
old familiar phrases.
Good night, God Bless, Good Bye.
(Beam, anchor, shift, close, heart, phrase, range, connect, current, fertile, layers, yield)