Wednesday, July 13, 2016

"home" by Ross Balcom, Frequent Contributor



home
Ross Balcom

i.
 
those
lost Hoosier midnights...

wrestling catfish
in the Wabash

walking cornfields
(a hopeless insomniac)

confessing my soul
to a scarecrow

(ah, intimacy
sometimes too close

the scarecrow left hickeys
on my neck)

walking the railroad
walking, walking

but never leaving
home

ii.

the taste
of the pawpaw

iii.

let me understand
the heart of home

the beating heart
of home

waves of blood
breaking

on the shores
of Indiana


Poet's Notes:  I was born in Indiana, so I qualify as a "Hoosier." This meditation on "home" is dedicated to Hoosiers everywhere. The pawpaw (pictured) is an edible fruit native to parts of North America, including Indiana.

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