At first it was a gentle nudge
Something you could swat away
An annoyance undeserving of attention
Like an ant crawling on your skin
Unnoticed until it changes direction.
I thought and wished it away
As my pain took roots and settled down
In the warm and fuzzy home Iwas
I was too inviting for my own good
And now these pounds of flesh that I was
Battled my soul for supremacy.
The diagnosis came out dry and simple:
Chronic pain due to emotional excess
From a wrinkled out Iranian American doctor
They let their emotions sink so far deep
That even storms can only make ripples on their faces.
For now I was too busy drilling around
The cavity that my pain was
I could feel myself falling
And never waking up
I was the pain I felt.
Laughter and light were blurry echoes
From a life that has come and gone
A mother’s womb without a child.
The countours of an itch
I can’t scratch
But this ache hums
Over and over again:
I am home to a cactus and its charms
I am home to a howling darkness
I am home to thick and broad bitterness
I am at home
With the familiar taste of experience
That washes away
With every sunrise
Un beau mirage bien dose
But the thirst is quenched
Even for the length of eternity
That this moment is.
Yes, father, I am coming home to you.