By Carol Buckley
Looking for Home
People are places wandering by,
nonchalantly Copenhagen or Mars.
Some are undiscovered but known.
You are soft and holy,
a landscape of peonies and violets;
I am a salty beach straddled by
Doubt and Self-doubt.
The man over there is a city
full of buskers entertaining
for a meal of anchovies on toast.
His wife is rural—a village fair, her capital.
So many cities and towns
bustling or moseying along.
Surely one of them can point us
in the right direction
Carol Buckley is a member of Karen Kenyon’s Gypsy Poets. Her work has been published in the Magee Park Anthology, San Diego Poetry Annual, and Dark as a Hazel Eye: Coffee and Chocolate Poems (Ragged Sky Press)