naomi and i spotted them from a distance
but they seemed familiar
something like adventure based counseling
or new games
they were playing soccer
after listening to the intricacies of football, footie, baseball, rugby, soccer (shudder)
my mind just couldn't grasp it all.
the park was generous and lovely, game fields galore,
when these guys appeared on the horizon,
they were an odd metaphor for me:
how this trip has been,
supported by hope and kindnesses
and buffeted by crowds and crazy weather
and unexpected caring.
hugs and closeness and good conversations.
i kept my eyes open, mostly
and was happily surprised time and time again.
sometimes you have to be
before you see
that it's going to be all right.
even better, making
(thinking particularly of two: frankie and will)
coming home late
after too many hours pining away on an airplane
or running like mad in airports
(mostly the dread LAX)
i am home, rested some
and ready to go back to work
for the final weeks... months of teaching.
may a soft bubble be there for you when you need it.
adventures are wonderful
cominghome is, too.
last night at the place i call home
i heard a half dozen woodcock
singing down the night.
with great good cheer.