a little poem about how i moved to newport

new spring night
damp and warm
all around descending
upon me in my exhaustion--
i am finally home.

i go through the motions:
cast iron skillet,
garden ravaged
a phone call to mother
drying hands on a dish towel
a moment of pause

then another, another
before remembering
how it is i came to be in this place

some strange attraction,
a driftwood fire,
salt collecting in a jar,
smoke in my hair fading into a pillow case,
the roar of the ocean finally
loud enough to get me there