everything
is my home
Janet Kuypers
4/15/16
I’ve always thought
I was a child of the world;
I feed off the energies
of the Universe.
Everything is bound
together intrinsically,
so everything is my home,
and nothing is my home.
I feel so connected
with everything,
and at the same time
I feel so isolated.
It’s sad,
feeling lonely
in a crowded
room.
I’ve shunned the place
where I was raised,
I avoid ties to my roots
because they’re not mine.
I told you, atom by atom
I’m a product of stardust,
and where I am home
is everywhere else.
And with no home,
oh yes yes, I have four walls
I’ve packed belongings
from my past into spaces,
but all this time
my roots have searched
for ground to seep into
while I remain
gasping for air.
Now I found a place with you,
and when I walk
out my door at night
waiting there,
right outside my front door,
my favorite constellation
in the night sky,
is right there to greet me.
And now that I look around me
I see traces of my past I love
in the greenery around my home.
For the first time in my life
I cut my own grass,
I pull my own weeds,
I water the seeds we placed
in the ground on our land.
And I’m wondering
if I can finally
take a deep breath,
inhale, exhale.
I’ve never had roots.
I want you to understand this.
But I wonder if I can
rake my fingers through this dirt —
our dirt, on our land —
well, maybe we can
get our hands a little dirty,
and finally have a place
that we can call home.
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