I’m in the seam
between
here
and there

waking to 30 degrees
and a silent morning
I’m hugged by foothills
veins of quartz
oak trees roots
and sycamore limbs

tonight I’ll be 3000 miles from here
sleeping with the constant
laughing geckos
rooster crows
and warm moonlight
cast
through coconut fronds

today I follow the thread

from the nearest town
population 180
where local post office
transactions are done on a hand calculator
receipts etched on carbon copies

to the authentic Mexican dinner
post cattle branding
where the cowboys dismount
and fill their plates
leaving their spurs and boots at the door
Jeb whispers
“I’m not sure we belong here, mom, because we’re not really cowboys”
but we’ve been invited
and embraced
in this home of the Master Horeseman
he’s known me since I was born

No, I am not a cowboy
and I am not Hawaiian either
I am just some curious human
address
planet earth
settling myself
in different patches
seeking a sense of home
in every landscape
of every moment
traveling the seams
between

taking flight
landing
exploring
settling
I’m clinging to the surface
of a world
swirling
through star dust
and darkness
can you believe it?

Life lets me

still breathing!
heart’s beating!
this is home
Love

                ~ for Dad and Robbin