Hazy Acres

Getting closer to this new place

I remember finding the land 

Using my hands to find where I would build 

How the path would start 

Making its ways to a light 

Tucked inside

Bright once I get there

Some days I’m at the door

Some days I’m inside sipping coffee

Other days I’m looking at the land 

Where it will begin 

Even though it has begun 

I see behind it because I move my body to look

And there I see my body in a hover

I see it doing things in the sun

By the water

Then I see it walking on the land

No one is around 

It’s my own place to find and get lost in 

There is all the dreams 

Written in permanence 

As it fades in the old caves

Though honored on my skin

To not forget I live in the dark still 

Seen that home enough 

Before I left after watching it burn

Inviting the new guides in 

Find this new place 

Setting the markers clearly 

As my arms move up and down 

In and around 

My body an anchor to ground 

I will always be a red balloon floating around it all 

Even as I wilt in gray 

Pointing to the destinations 

A spear cutting the air 

A fin cutting the waters 

A mind open like the sea 

I reflect still 

Welcome in 

Welcome home 

I’ll circle back again 

Before I 

GO