Hobo & Me...Poetry in Motion

Revealed through Dream Tending:

No sounds
Stones fall
Whale calls me home

Wail the suffering of the world, I’ve felt the depth of loss,
the sorrow of limits cast in stones
the lonliness of not being seen,
of holding the tears again.

From the ocean of tears, whale is born
And speaks (sings) with wisdom, depth and clarity.

The shrill song of my
Whale cry
Anguishing up forgotten
Sadness.
Longing…questing for
a belonging
to myself.
Tears and tears of coming home
to
Deep belonging.

Hobo-
Other patience of the old stone thrower
ragged and loyal,
hence settle for lonely alone.
I am here.

song sung
voices voiced
companion
let’s go together
home.

This place, elusive, veiled separated
mysterious
I wail in longing
for my companion


Jacke’s Hobo
Sitting on a container,
not fully contained-
like a drunken knight

a sense of “lonely”, though
in the midst of others
connections were painful too

so many losses
where do I belong?
will I know it when I see it?

finally, girl, you’re paying attention!
laughter and tears
whale cry, answering cries

I belong to myself
the drunken sailor sobers up-
Companions.

Hobo home. Wailing Wall.
Whale watches. Hobo guides me, befriends and comforts me.
No longer alone.
He wraps his arm around me, holding me steady as my feet lift in stride.
He, forever by my side.
Finally, he relaxes, eating his candy bar, comforted
that his purpose is now seen, recognized, joined and embraces.
He, no longer to wander alone, without belonging.
Wherever we are, we are one, together,
Hobo and me.
Now we rest.
Now both relieved.
Our fate cast in stone.
A mere stones throw away.
Whale sounds with delight.
Announcing our reunion.
The Sea, the Hobo and me.