Finding My Way Home
I was lost as the moon
on the night it disappeared
into umbra charcoal cold
waiting for the earth to turn
paint bloody swaths of illumination
excavate bones
a wait so long I forgot my name
the way it fluttered
from my mother’s mouth
a sparrow startled to wing
into a cracked-open sky
lost years decades
one night the moon slips shadow
harvests my name
from the constellations
pulls me over land
humped shouldered
seas stirred black
time metered and shelved
to leave me with the morning tide
on this sun-bleached shore.
~Heidi Seaborn
This poem tells my story of living a peripatetic life and then finding home back where I grew up, finding love and finding my way back to writing. It also is a play on the name Sea Born and threaded with illusions to Venus. I loved that West Trade Review chose to publish it in this issue with this cover.
