home coming kept here

pain organizes with
in me, and
template's my body-
i read it to know
how to rebuild
my scattered mind-
delicate and careless
as milk weed,
i am open
to any wind, and
scatter fruitless seed
over water
finding fish bones
& seaweed,
regrouped, tightened
by singe, by
evenings bonfire
heat, my skin
bristles, fresh in
the morning snow
gray echos
church bells
the landscape I've
come to know-
yet it has yellowed
become orange green
purple, the
world once colorless
has opened up
and rain is silver,
coins, valuable as bones
that speak in
syllables made of soil
words i long know.