poem

Pilgrimage to the Motherland

City Lights Books, San Francisco, CA – 2019

Standing in the presence of history
Witness all that has come before
Bewildered in amazement
What a glorious sight!

Speak to me, my wise old poets,
Speak to me while I stand here where it all began,
Feed me your recipes
Gathering in the Poetry Room
Circling around the Poet’s chair
Cozied up in the corner…

This is where I belong
These are my people
This is my truth


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This poem, along with others, can be found in my book Coffee Shop Sessions II: Moving Mountains One by One