Go Home, Again.
January 29, 2009

The Winter Monsoon hearts Rainbows.

 

Go back to the words.

When trusty mountains shake

and lucky stars shudder,

when the compass denounces North

and the Sun forgets to rise,

go back to the Source;

put that crazy-brilliant antenna up

and see what you can catch.

Invite unbridled greatness

to swallow you whole

and spit you out, inspired.

Go back to the child

who dreamt in roy g biv,

who flew with the fairies,

whose dreams came bright and easy,

who can’t wait to see you, again.

 

And this is the *desert*.

 

(Poem and photos by Emily Murdoch)