When I know not where I am –
not lost, but cut adrift, denied both
roots and destination, unable to find
my way back to anywhere familiar –
When even the past, present, and future
are unclear – intermingled, superimposed,
tense seemingly refuting tense –
Then – as no place is really mine, no place
really home, as if there ever was a home –
I conjoin myself immediately, naturally, easily
to any place, to the place in which I find
Never let it be said, I was untrue.
I never found a home inside of you.
Nothing begins ’til you get there.