Greg Tuleja<\/p>\n
We live in Texas now, and Oregon, and Rome,
\ndispersed, our blind intentions lifted up and cradled down,
\ntoward sleek sea-side apartments, or a dusty border town,
\nso many, many miles from our home.<\/p>\n
It exists now only as the faintest memory,
\nwhich should be strong and good, but might not
\nalways be, except for tiny sacred moments,
\nin speckled shade that quivers on the gate,
\na falling breeze, and netted butterflies,
\nand from the porch, a plaintive cry, come in now,
\nit\u2019s time for dinner, the streetlights are on.<\/p>\n
I can see them glowing, and the high hedges,
\nthe basement window, cracked, and the curb
\nwhere I used to sit, and I can hear
\nthe milkman clanking, and ice cream bells,
\na smell of apples and hot tar steaming in the road,
\nbut as I strain to look inside, I cannot see them,
\njust the empty room where once they stood.<\/p>\n
We live in Texas now, and Oregon, and Rome,
\nand though we keep a tender heart, we\u2019re comforted to learn
\nthat time can never be reversed, and we cannot return
\nto find our histories, our past, the place we once called home.<\/p>\n
Editor’s note: Mr. Tuleja’s poem is published in <\/em>The Heart of All That Is, an anthology on the theme of home. Read more about the anthology on Amazon<\/a>. Or visit the Holy Cow! Press page here<\/a>. <\/em>Mr. Tuleja is the Williston Northampton School’s Academic Dean. <\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Greg Tuleja We live in Texas now, and Oregon, and Rome, dispersed, our blind intentions lifted up and cradled down, toward sleek sea-side apartments, or a dusty border town, so many, many miles from our home. It exists now only as the faintest memory, which should be strong and good, but might not always be, … Continue reading We Live in Texas<\/span>