I’m in the seam
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
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
planet earth
settling myself
in different patches
seeking a sense of home
in every landscape
of every moment
traveling the seams

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

Life lets me

still breathing!
heart’s beating!
this is home

                ~ for Dad and Robbin 

Jessica Dofflemyer ~ all rights reserved
Jessica Dofflemyer ~ all rights reserved
Jessica Dofflemyer ~ all rights reserved
Jessica Dofflemyer ~ all rights reserved
photo by Jeb ~ all rights reserved

5 thoughts on “Traveling the Seam

    1. I love that fire! Got to tend my own on the beach on New Year’s Eve and began stoking the embers to a flame on the first day of 2012. Was thinking of family and appreciating the bridge that fire makes. Happy New Year!


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