You Can Never Go Home
should feel limber,
my mind goes slurry.
I hear the gasps between words,
feel the teeth in the smiles.
In the land of sensuous beauty,
I spy abandon, breathe in decay.
I opt for potholes while above
a sky of such wonder
casts up its blue tablecloth of hospitality,
flecked with golden smudges.
A generous hostess.
I groan in over-fed wantonness.
I detect only flab.
Since when did cynicism poison my well and render
my cattle so sick?
How did love grow so shallow that mere breezes
can topple the ship of my faith?
I don’t believe they care much about my grimace,
or ruefully take in my artful sneers.
They live each day anew, alight
in flames I can no longer name.
I shiver unburnt.
And in the thirst
for life of my people I am humbled
out of the girth of my own navel.