Homecoming Poem by sharon wildey

I really just show up once in a while
Seeking some crumbs from the table of Wildey
Met only your righteousness turned into your sin
Cuts a little deeper into a soul
When the illusion of love present
Was really a shadow of lore
Crumbs from the table
Spilled into my history
Not as a balm
But as salt in the woundedness
Of a life
Lived outside the village
What changed me was seeing the world
What changed you was not seeing the world
Where all have a right to the crumbs
If not the table
Did you sass Jesus, good Canaanite woman
Good you didn't try it in a homecoming
In Jennings County, Indiana