as vivid at a distance as photo-
graphs, indifferent prints
up close, in and out
of
focus,
these nine sigils
i bought at the mall
one optimistic afternoon,
a woodland retreat,
a farmhouse,
a country cottage,
a fishing cabin,
a single-story suburban,
an alpine sanctuary,
a formal colonial,
a summer house,
a hunting lodge,
nine consessions to
faith,
to
autumn leaves,
to a lake view,
to pink flowers,
a shingled roof,
smooth stones,
a rough hewn fence,
an arched porch,
snow muffled evergreens,
warm lights in the windows,
to
a home
for he and i,
to rest and security,
contentment, prosperity,
sanctuary, solitude,
peace and stability,
nine lenses to focus
purpose, intent,
desire, energy,
momentum,
potential,
thoughts,
words,
acts,
to
manifest
running water,
red ribbons,
stone chimney,
cedar wood,
fir,
manicured landscaping,
wildflowers,
filigree cornice,
wicker chair
to
find
grace,
snow melt,
butter yellow
curtains, footfalls
and laughter,
we can,
should,
will,
diverge
from this real
space to an imaginary
space to one of one dimension
to a mental picture
refracted by
the prism
of
intent
and purpose
and desire, and
transform potential
energy into kinetic
energy and reveal
a hundred
hundred million
choices that will
coalesce once more
into real space and time
and in time unfurl bloom
open enclose enfold
our little family,
our place,
our purpose,
our knowledge,
our understanding
and wisdom, and
bring us home.
December 17, 2024
