Four Directions
My spirit communes
with the four directions:
To the north are
in-laws, our aging
mother, her last
chapter is closing.
In the south is
my own mother, brother,
sister; the effects of
a broken marriage
still linger.
My father lives
out east, he
abides in the hills
that bore him.
Out west lives
my only son and
his lovely desert flower,
protected by surrounding
mountains.
Here I am in the
middle, my heart
floats to all of
them, during the
night and at
the break of dawn,
it rises a deep pink
with rays that touch,
all of their lives.
(2014)
thoughts about family spread in all directions
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