I LOOK FOR HOME

I take the path through the mustard flowers. 
A redtail & his brother fly low over me, 
 
search me for grasp & loss. These winter grasses 
in an uneasy meadow remind me of home, 
 
a many-headed arc. A clench of chestnut deer 
hold an ark of findings, wrapped in fog I 
 
shroud in.  As carcassed as a liminal bird, 
clotted as a jellyfish, I wear the earth 
 
in a peach pit, I can hide it in its own discards. 
Clouds shock in motion dazzle. With my 
 
plastic spork & zebra key chain from 
the grocery down the way, I take out
 
my crunchy chicken salad, stretch
on the plastic bag, under minotaur sky.