Welcome Home

Written after the CCIRA convention, 2013. I felt very much a small fish-no, as roe, drifting as it were in a cloud, while a run of salmon passed on the right and left of me. I am where life begins for a small business, but I love what is melancholy. Not as dark as Poe, but I gave it a try. This is not to say that I haven’t met new and endearing friends. I have. Together we gathered and I hope we’ll keep the fires lit.

There should be a club for those who struggle
Beneath the press-but who still believe
In what in spirit was born in truth
And in the womb of thought conceived.
A place to gather sticks
And not throw stones.
To keep the fires lit
And welcome strangers home.