Floods of memories slap me
as I walk the neighborhood,
epiphanies connect obscure
stars in my mind’s galaxy –
birds chirp, my feet patter on paths
amid tree-lined streets and greenery
the earth changing, imperceptibly,
preparing to host summer
like a house-warming party –
Today I wanted to bring you a photo of my family’s old farm. These 250 acres of the family farm land in Pelham, TN, is where I spent a lot of my time growing up and where I learned a lot about food. My Mutsi had a tiny vineyard where we could pick the grapes to make jam. My Papa had a little garden out front where we could collect veggies for our salads and other side dishes.
Lightning flashes, thunder cracks soon after.
The bonfire burns under unforgiving stars.
A still lake, a peaceful man.
In this cave, I discovered myself.
Clouds of fire, mountains of mystery.
I wake before dawn
and the silence wraps around
me like a blanket
It has been raining
all day long, soaking the dirt,
turning it to mud