from my window i look across the city street

wait for mama sparrow 

to return to her nest

to the neon v of the cvs drugstore sign

to feed her chicks near to fledging

my fantasies

and my realities

come out in words on paper, on a screen

words are my yellow and white striped towel

that i take to the beach and park

my magic carpet

i can visit the ocean the parks the mountains the vineyard

come home

write

let my imagination fulfill me

i am fulfilled

i am living my destiny

this is where my path has taken me

i am meant to be here

to share my life with the women i love, lin and marketa

i've dreamed of the vineyard

as a sanctuary, imagined it as a home

it is not my home

the fantasy poems of zoey and samuel

building the church

old amos and hardworking hattie

clover and theolonius

dreamy unreal poems of family and community

building a settlement in the mountain wilderness

where sheep may safely graze

caravans set in the lee of rocking outcroppings

high in the summer pasture

i did not know my way

my inevitable retreat to parks, my repetitive words

of trees and sky and clouds

the magnitude and the power of the pacific ocean

my magic carpet 

taking me where my thoughts wanted me to go

in the ocean, small and helpless

but lifted and carried, time and time again

safely to the beach

the many, many poems of the vineyard

of colin and his grandfather

of yenny marci antoinette and nathaniel 

the love poems for maketa

for lin, her struggle to understand

what it means to exist

did i see a commonality between 

between these geographies and home

you seek these places, or create them