Welcome to Sunday Poetry. If this is your first visit you can read about the purpose and inspiration of my Sunday blogs here.
I’ve been thinking a lot this summer about the meaning of home. We’ll be moving next year, and right now we’re not sure where. We have a summer cottage, which feels like home to me as does the community that hosts it. But it’s not a place we childhood Floridians could call home in February. So now my task is to help figure out the other place we can call home and why.
Mary Oliver understands home. In Coming Home she explores home as well as life and the meanings of both. Not an unfamiliar theme for a poem or a novel, but always new and evocative under Mary Oliver’s pen.
As always it’s not what this poem “means” but what it means to you that matters. You’re reading here to enhance your moment, your day, your life. There are no quizzes, no right ways to read or contemplate the poem we share. No dissecting allowed. Just come along for the “read,” and enjoy the experience. What line or word or thought will you carry along with you this week? And if you’d like to tell us where the poem took you? We’d like to listen.