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First Love
Jana Kalina


how rough the bark
on the tallest pine;

how huge its weathered girth. Above 
the noon sun has lost track of time 
as I play in my friend’s great shade,
stop to absorb the mountains and proclaim

to the undulating valleys

and busy brooks below
that behind me stands my greatest love
on its massive foundation of mountain stones

and because the future 

has not claimed me yet,
I cannot know at three

that memory (and longing)

will forever bind me to this place —
my heart’s first love and home


© by Jana Kalina.
Used here with the author’s permission.


Jana Kalina lives with her husband on Vancouver Island. During her lifetime, she has lived extensively on three of the planet's seven continents and, today, her pursuits can be distilled down to three things: Buddhism, bonsai cultivation and, of course, poetry--especially haiku.


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Mary Lou Taylor:
This poem touched my heart. And, of course, reminded me of my first home. Thank you, Jana.
Posted 11/14/2015 06:34 PM
A wonderful poem. The content has meant a lot to me. Beautiful
Posted 11/14/2015 05:45 AM
Agreed, heartfelt and lovely.
Posted 11/13/2015 10:40 AM
Memory will forever bind me to this place... heartfelt poem, Jana. Thank you.
Posted 11/13/2015 09:23 AM
Janet Leahy:
Memory's map of our first home stays with us, a lovely poem. Thanks Jana.
Posted 11/13/2015 09:01 AM
I especially like "...the future/ has not claimed me yet"
Posted 11/13/2015 08:45 AM
I love the subject of this poem
Posted 11/13/2015 05:52 AM

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