Home

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

myself.

Never let it be said, I was untrue.

I never found a home inside of you.

Nothing begins ’til you get there.

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