Coming Home

“Coming Home from The Hocus-Pocus of the Universe by Laura Gilpin, published in 1977. Gilpin was a registered nurse by day, poet by night. She won the Walt Whitman award for poetry and then decided to pursue nursing. She completed two collections of poetry before she unfortunately passed away at 56. I enjoy her blunt and curious perspective. You can borrow a copy of her book for free on the Internet Archive, linked here. This poem is on page 72. And here is Coming Home in it’s entirety since I couldn’t fit the whole thing in the picture. Enjoy! Coming Home by Laura Gilpin You wanted to come home / for your favorite season / but you’re too late. / Only the tight fists of apples / still cling to the trees. / And as you stand in the back yard / helping your father rake / the leaves out from between / the apple trees, / it is almost winter. / The swallows have already / gathered up their shadows / and moved south / and the cardinals, / perched in the top branches, / are listening for snow. / With each stroke of the rake / you uncover more leaves, / mushrooms, soft decaying apples, / heaping them into the wheelbarrow / like debris. / Your father has kept the fire burning. / You pile on more leaves and / both of you watch the smoke rise / like the shadow of birds leaving. / You’ve come home unprepared / for this new season / the way a worm falls asleep /beside an apple blossom / and wakes up deep in the fruit. 🪱”