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9 April, 2001

::Bind me in hope::
this fragile thought came
down distances too great to imagine;
over time, more than distance.
It whispered longings to my heart
As unchecked tears spoke
Yearnings of the soul
For belonging.

I touched family
And it felt real and solid
Not that tenuous, alien, relation
That all these years I fought
Wishing, praying, believing
That that could not be my rightful place
There with those people.

Three phone calls
Bare minutes spent
And I belong.
So close, these ties
Do I imagine the pull?
Unconditional acceptance
For this lost child
Brings me to my knees
Heart in my hands
Salted blood of memories upon my cheeks;

Certain
At long last
of home.


© 2001, Tara Tambolleo