Always homeward
Heptads of forgiveness, heptads of revelations
I take them with me to Maes Howe in Orkney
Landing like a helicopter on a helipad
Turning away from my horrid beginnings


Just as each organ starts with a histogenic cell
My hatless head grows into different minds, different men
Some military drummers and pipers with hackles in their headdresses
Some less havocking, wearing their father’s rings, robes and sandals
They are spread about like pieces on a halma board


Andrew Borne is 2 Cups Poet 1 teaspoon Musician 1/4 teaspoon Salt 1/2 cup Absurdity 3/4 cup Chef 1 egg, beaten 2 1/3 cups Family Man. Mixed together and served raw. His column appears weekly in Oddball Magazine.