COME HOME

I try to reach them, catch them,
hold them, latch them
Place them in my heart, warm
them up in rich red blood for
wasn't that their start...but,

Now they rise and fall and
float...away....
To who knows where
Though their voices stay and
call to day, for still they call to
day...

And I worry that you're with
them, untethered, lost, alone
Calling from the ether, trying
To come home....

And I worry at the images that
roll around my mind, lonely,
lost, untethered...
Things no one can find 

M P 14/6/21