This Poem Travels in a Circle

This poem is a cool gray summer morning 
in the country.

This poem is a wish, a wistfulness,  and a wondering.

This poem will not travel far from its doorway today.

In this poem, the grass has not yet burned away, 

and the horses are grazing peacefully,

whickering from time to time, and swishing their tails.

On the porch, the chimes sound like Tibetan singing bowls,

transporting the poet to the Himalayas,

right out of this dusty little mill town 

where somehow she has become stranded.

Still, there is much to be said

for a cool gray summer morning in the country.

In this poem, the poet's heart is trembling on the brink

of accepting a compromise she does not wish to make,

whose cost is too dear.

She longs for what is not, struggles with the  acceptance of what is.

She wonders what the lesson is, and is puzzled: 

haven't there already been enough lessons?

This poem is doing a lot of wondering.

Today, the poet will stay home.

She may even stay in her pajamas.

She will make her way between her desk

and her couch, as she so loves to do.

She will connect with her online friends,

and then disconnect by plugging in a movie,

and escape to someone else's reality.

This poem will travel full circuit

from worldview to living room and back again.

This poem will writhe and complain and mutter

and, in the end, find its way home.

This poem is willing to find the contentment

of a cool gray summer morning in the country.

This poem does a lot of wondering, but has enough philosophy 

to come to grips with What Is and find the good in it.

This poem thinks it is staying home,

but has actually traveled a very long way

without ever walking through the door.

Hannah's challenge at Real Toads is to try out her new Boomerang Metaphor form which I love to bits! This time i just played with it a little, and enjoyed its possibilities. I love this form, Hannah, and especially love the poems you have written in it.