Member Poem

As Thomas said,
"Look homeward, angel"
and every now and then
I run along the
arroyos and narrow paths
of an earlier time.
Sometimes meeting myself
halfway in
sometimes not.
Noticing the changes
in windswept tides.
Still seeing
those original bones
pulled over
the truth and past
drowning in
yesteryear's music
knowing fully
that one can't go home again
but knowing still
it's always there
off the beaten path.