Nels Hanson

Where is the flower we seek in waking life and in dream?
A contemporary artist sang she took the long way home.

Is it impossible Eden, or final earthly justice, or heaven?
If something isn’t missing then you don’t long for home.

Some fragrance is always missing, like some love we lost.
Like you those times I felt love I always felt most at home.

Where are the petals on the treasure map the pirates hoard?
Even bloody murderers and thieves search for a lost home.

Some great men and women thought they knew the rose.
One said when you see it you see you were always home.

Everyone looks here and there each long and separate life.
All masters are silent when they finally reach their home.

The bloom is peace passing understanding one book says.
I write but won’t have one word to speak when I am home.


NELS HANSON's fiction received the San Francisco Foundation’s James D. Phelan Award and Pushcart nominations in 2010, 12, and 2014. Poems appeared in Word Riot, Oklahoma Review, Pacific Review and other magazines and received a 2014 Pushcart nomination, Sharkpack Review’s 2014 Prospero Prize and a 2015 Best of the Net nomination.