Poetry / Travel and Exploration

Actias Luna Eclosion

Tuesday, May 1, 2018 by Christopher Matthias

There come times
When one must build a fortress in the mind
To sleep the plasma dreams of moths
Waking and breaking through the chrysalis
of the bone yard of home
Flying wings in delicate dust
Toward the luminous possibility
Of the distant light.

There, in a new vegetation
Both the historic homes
And every home to follow
Exist in the urgent and patient present tense.

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