Home Again, Home Again, Jiggity Jig!

I’ve been away.

The candle hasn’t burned in three days,

The room smells sterile.

Multiplying since I’ve been gone: the dust particles, rotten fruit,

my heart beginning to long.

I often wonder how much I’ll miss it once I leave —

The heat that holds your body captive,

The noise of youngsters a lingering buzz.

I was off on farmland,

acres of green, no skyscrapers near.

I bathed in the natural silence, the habitat I momentarily occupied,

startled deer.

And home is a complication,

because there exists not one, but two.

Different places of space:

there is one that runs the river of my blood

And the other, more simply— your face.

And home is a complication,

because there exists not one but two.

Different places of space:

there is one that runs the river of my blood

And the other, more simply— your face.