an old sky, and a new one

today

3 months arrived,

three departed -

some things become more familiar,

others more foreign,

I want to tell you,

quietly,

that I miss home -

I miss the sky

I was born beneath,

the wintertime

(mid year)

that I have always felt

for twenty two years,

the sounds - the humdrum -

of the city,

and birds circling,

the softest hands

of my mama,

the eyes of my grandma -

peering into the ancient,

remembered days.

I fill myself,

my missings -

with psalms

and contemplation,

in the smell of bread rising,

in the company of my husband,

in the swelling within my womb,

in the complexities of a new way of talking -

vowels and consonants and rasping in my throat,

in the growing of my heart, with thanksgiving,

and I think a lot about you -

my web kin,

who for many years

felt oddly near and far away,

and now seem

so very close,

and precious.