LONGING

I live in longing, hope sustains me
Driven on to learn, my mind bent
Toward the good, yet thought’s knot
Would snarl my course, cursed for
My presumptions at the loom.
Under the eave of heaven, my tomb
In view, a vine covered porch, ashes
Slowly taken by the wind, whisperings
Of the leaves. Now I unfold my possessions
Diary of a lifetime, a guitar to play
My song: addiction to the fiction of love.
Who were my ancestors setting me forth
Passage through the underworld? Its low
Circles scribbled here in journal entries
Memoir of mortality, my myriad of meteors
Earnest desire, longing to return home.

c) Jan G. Otterstrom F.
    November 12, 2006
    Palmares, Costa Rica