Thursday, February 3, 2011

Longing

Sigh.  We have returned to our wintry northeast home, leaving behind our little island of beach breezes and sunshine.  It makes me a bit melancholy.


I have arrived home
to a house glazed in

icicles

I cannot resist knocking
them down one by one
whose explosions in the snow
produce a moonscape impression

a stark contrast of my previous days
filled with
sunshine and beaches and terns
bike rides and crashing waves
glowing red sunsets
and swaying coconut palms
morning dog walkers
afternoon bikers
and nighttime fishermen on the pier


But I have arrived home

newspapers, magazines,
assorted bills and advertising offers
await me
beckoning to be explored,
and groceries to be bought,
laundry to be done
messages to be returned

I have arrived home


luggage will sit for days
with its contents
trapped
undisturbed
cradling
the smell of the sea
and the sugar fine sand
captured by
shorts and sandals and swimsuits

all which must be put away

until another day and time

when I will return to the sea

And arrive home.


Yours truly,
missing the mom gene

3 comments:

Ryan Elizabeth said...

I want to go now!

missing the mom gene said...

Really, don't all of us who are stuck in this winter muck!

Michael Offutt said...

Nice poem.