Looking Homeward

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Andrew Wyeth

It is in their endings
one searches beginnings
A spent sunflower drops seeds
the daily bread of autumn birds
while the hens pick up remains
in the plundered garden
turning yolks golden
Journey is mystery
until there is reflection
It’s in the memory the wheat
gets separated from the chaff
time being critical to the task
The rocker on the porch
editing the album
Delicately we turn
the pages of the past
where the faces of all those
we have loved look back at us
through eyes so full of grace
we cannot look away
feeling young again 

“Across the reefs of coral that scrape the keel —
O veteran immersed from toe to crown,
Buoy the population of the soul
Toward their destination before they drown.”

~ Robert Pinsky


About Peter Notehelfer

I'm a retired people person who now finds the time to watch the little details of the world without worrying about being watched by anyone . . . I live on an Island north of Seattle with my wife named Ellen, a yellow dog named McGee, a yellow cat named Gatzby, and four fine chickens . . . I read fiction, bake bread, smoke salmon, and fish whenever the weather allows . . . Oh, and yes, I try to write a poem every day simply to avoid senility!
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