metonymy4u

                        valley home

just
over those hills i suspect a
monster slayer of leaving behind
some adolescent
lies and grief gone bad in the summer sun.
dream road of youth used to lead me there
past all these developmental milestones.
winter come, i think it must have been
a matter of seeing the community we found ourselves
in did not really share our values;
thus participation was no longer ethically
defensible. one wonders really
how Abraham managed alone in the wilderness
when the time came,
wagering living creatures
that we are: alloy
of fact and desire.

o my dear berkeley wandering feet,
how have i missed you.