Even when home is not exactly
the thing for which we hope,
it is a place of consolation,
though its comforts be comprised
mostly of old wounds
from which we gained our limp.
Years may have passed;
journey still has a vague familiarity;
its shortening rewinds the projector,
returning us to a child’s cameo role,
subject to whatever parenting came
from the garden of our adolescence.
Going back by the path on which we left,
straining for individuality with every breath,
seeking differentiation from all genetics,
can be painful, breathtaking.
There is another road;
one with neither nostalgic Photo-Shopping,
nor anesthetic memory-wipe.
G2 is the highway’s name;
Gratitude for all that has shaped us
as creatures of both habit and hope;
Grace for the ways we learned,
letting ourselves be unshaped, reshaped.
This the way that allows new baggage,
giving Homeland Security new meaning
as wrinkled, misshapen garments
from our past are Goodwilled,
and repurposed to a safe place;
the wardrobe of now
is modeled with genuine humility.
© 2013 Todd Jenkins