Rodney Nelson

man and woman making a path
to the water in the bird light
of woods
          to whom I imagine
the name Al-Hasakah had home
in it and certain welcome and
a tent of aunts
                      the warm road smell
of millennia        

           but here now
and not hoping to go on board
when they find the river
                      my own
at which I was a toddler with
a repainted toy boat
          where chance
had me be and chance will have them
to know home by a raw damp scent