First Time Home

First Time Home

Each morning

I sit at the kitchen table

And watch in silent amazement

As the city slowly shakes off its sleep

My soul

Is a clear, living, liquid crystal

It prisms the white sunlight

Washing the morning

Into rich, rainbow color waves

Across my minds eye

A blackbird flies by to perch

On the playground fence across the way

And for a little while, together we share

The coming day

Early morning light

Moves around us and through us,

Quietly painting

A new days silent love

Across desert stucco tan buildings,

Gently swaying green tree leaves,

And into the kaleidoscope sky

Like a fresh, rinsing bath

Its touch is softer than a whisper

And its taste is a hint

Of bees honey and ginger spice

I know the roads I've taken

Took a wide turn some time back

I didn't know where they were headed

But I really like what I can see and touch

And it's not like I ever really knew

Where I these roads would lead

When I started out so long ago

But I know now what they mean

When they say that you travel far

Until you finally return home

And see it for the first time

I remember mornings like these

Long, long ago---

Many times I watched them

Worlds away

Never knowing what I was seeing

Dewey Dirks