Homecoming Poem by Lynn Anne Brown

Flute, Leaf and Drum
Sing quietly together
Electric Drill
And squeaking door
Snippets of words
Caught between
The Moments
When words
No longer matter
Laughter
Punctuates
Was the
Supposed to be
A comma here
A short stop
A flicker of inflection
Before the Tempo Change

Listen

As someone
Climbs the stair
Enthusiastic
In the moment
Rising
Then settling
Languidly
Into a prayer
Of Observation

A story
Will soon be told
Of how we brought
Ourselves Together
Of how we led
Each other
Home