marmalade

Across time that stretched-

On metal wings

With engines.  Blissfully sleepy

I stretched my heart  (like

A stressed elastic) from

One end of the world

To another.

Those days

(sighing in the sun)

Those days…

When I returned to

Modern place of welcome

Poverty and wealth

(like warring cousins)

Stirred together

To make the marmalade

Of strength and beauty

Unbeknownst to itself.

Returned to bricks

That made our parlor

Cool and welcoming

With the curtains

Wild and free

Like me…

Like me.

Once I wished for it all.

Them all –

To come to one place.

Where I could live with both.

Now I wish the same.

From there to here.

Now I wish the same.