November 6, 2017, Prescott-
I’ll go back to Viet Nam, about five years from now.
Nothing I remember is likely to be there.
Yet, I like to see how a nation grows.
I’ll go back to central Maine, in a year, or three.
The people to whom I caused some pain,
are mostly gone away.
Yet, it will be good to make some sort of amends.
I’ll go back to Israel, within the next ten years.
The places I visited, thirty-five years ago,
will be there for centuries to come,
yet, I need to approach them,
with greater reverence.
I’ll go back to Massachusetts,
at least once a year,
until the time comes for
my first angel to take flight.
Yet, I suspect that will be
some years in the future.
I’ll go back to Korea,
sometime in the near future.
Yet, I will be a prodigal son,
both atoning for breaches of manners
and honouring the roots that
my own seed might put down.
I’ll return to the American Southwest,
each time I need to pick myself up.
As here, the desert and mountains
inform as to the way to renewal.
(Note to the nervous ones: I’m not moving anywhere, any time soon.)