{"product_id":"home-original-handwritten-poem-reia-dawn-art","title":"Home | Original Handwritten Poem | Reía Dawn Art","description":"\u003cdiv\u003eThis listing is for the original poem below.  If it finds a little home in your heart, I'll write it for you by hand, and send it to your mailbox, postmarked with love.\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003e\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003e\n\u003cb\u003eHome\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBy: Reia Dawn of Ley \u0026amp; Sea\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003eToday she asked me, \u003cbr\u003e‘Where am I?’\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eOr at least, I thought I made out those words from\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003eThe vague murmur of sounds spilling off her lips.\u003cbr\u003eThey come throughout the day\u003cbr\u003eIn between moments of disorientation\u003cbr\u003eAnd lucidity, in the driftings\u003cbr\u003eIn and out of the dreaming realms.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eIt made sense that she would wonder. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e‘Home,’ I told her, ‘you’re at home,’\u003cbr\u003eInstantly regretting;\u003cbr\u003eRethinking my impulsive answer. \u003cbr\u003eI’d wanted to calm her nervous, furrowed brow\u003cbr\u003eWith a sure and easy answer, but\u003cbr\u003eI didn’t know how this could be home for her.  \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHow many times have I reached\u003cbr\u003eFor a home beyond here,\u003cbr\u003eEven in my health and my clear-headedness,\u003cbr\u003eBe it some other place or\u003cbr\u003eSome other body or\u003cbr\u003eSome other time?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eLater in the morning hours,\u003cbr\u003eI set some soft piano to play, and\u003cbr\u003eOpened the dusty blinds covering her window,\u003cbr\u003eWatching the sunlight spill onto her pillow,\u003cbr\u003eAcross her coiled dark hair, and\u003cbr\u003eOnto the rounded edge of her small shoulder. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThis was as much sunlight\u003cbr\u003eThat could ever reach her here,\u003cbr\u003eIn her last years.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eIt was so little that I felt it my duty to\u003cbr\u003eBecome the sunlight itself\u003cbr\u003eEvery time I came in to take care of her. \u003cbr\u003eSo ironic for a woman who nurtured so many blooms under\u003cbr\u003eSo many Springs and so many Summers \u003cbr\u003eTo be now so closed off from the wild out-of-doors.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eShe looked at me for a while,\u003cbr\u003eIn the way that she does,\u003cbr\u003eWith a worn glaze across her eyes of\u003cbr\u003eConfusion and worry,\u003cbr\u003eMixed with a sometimes-surrender,\u003cbr\u003eInterrupted at other intervals\u003cbr\u003eBy a muse of laughter or a childlike knowing\u003cbr\u003eOr a presence in the room my visual perception could not interpret. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eMy eyes met with hers and\u003cbr\u003eThe twinkles within danced together,\u003cbr\u003eTwirling her back to a place,\u003cbr\u003eBack to a body,\u003cbr\u003eBack to a time when she could.\u003cbr\u003eBack to her truer home, perhaps.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHer feet still tapping to the rhythm,\u003cbr\u003eA flash of her guardian Crow\u003cbr\u003eFlew his shadow across the window\u003cbr\u003eWith the open blinds \u003cbr\u003eAs he flew home to his nest in the\u003cbr\u003eBranches above her house.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe flap of wing,\u003cbr\u003eThe winking shadow, and the\u003cbr\u003eQuick glint of light as the sun\u003cbr\u003eFolded its light around the crow’s body,\u003cbr\u003eMirrored in my eye as she\u003cbr\u003eKept her gaze locked on me.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eMy eyes have seldom felt a more pure purpose.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eTo be a clear window where\u003cbr\u003eA shadow can flicker past and\u003cbr\u003eWhere light can stream in\u003cbr\u003eWhere there can be a remembering,\u003cbr\u003eEven if faint,\u003cbr\u003eOf the fated flight home. \u003c\/div\u003e","brand":"Reia Dawn Art","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":67746814361785,"sku":null,"price":8.88,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0786\/6728\/4665\/files\/9B3DFBCA-7E6C-4A22-B1DF-22C318E8198F.jpg?v=1792174662","url":"https:\/\/reiadawnart.com\/products\/home-original-handwritten-poem-reia-dawn-art","provider":"Reia Dawn Art","version":"1.0","type":"link"}