1. A Warm Hug of Home
Would the cup of my palms nestle you?Give you a nestling’s echoing chamber,
where you could trill all you want or can?
That wind behind the trees, would it pickyour notes up and let your song be whole
again, your refrains brave and true again?
Through these woods, troll like a stoutheart whose one crescendo is of gladness
that the day’s night must bring a sunrise
as bright as it is gentle when it pressesyour cold back to a warm hug of home,
where you will fearlessly sing your song:
Fly with me to the swaying tree tops!Reach out for me. I am back. I am home.
2. Winding Your Way Home
My errands get simpler now: cut marksOn trees, branches, rocks, leaves, walls,
wherever I know you will wind your way
coming home. It is a long route back.
But you will find them like those printsof fallen leaves mottling the lake girdling
bluffs we run to when we retrieve lost
memories that somehow remain clear:
we smell them, we touch them, we feelthem like waning fevers that stay warm
on our flushed faces. We will not forget.
We are condemned to remember. Always.
--ALBERT B. CASUGA