Homecoming


Once, I had an angled view of the horizon
Mountains tilted
And clouds got my eyes covered
Yet plain to see
Was a sobbing lake
Somewhere near
Maybe in
The cold, cold North Carolina
January 19, 2000

Down below were patches
Of trees without leaves
Naked and seemingly dying
Waiting, waiting
Barely breathing

That was when I noticed
Mother Nature's artistry
Evergreens here and there
Groups of pine trees
Calling me
Dancing their songs of invitation
Snaking their way
Through streets
And quite possibly a river
Through houses
Through lakes
Through civilization

And that was when I knew
That I was coming back home
To the kisses of the sweet Inner Harbor
Back to the loving arms
Of dear ole Bal'mer