LOOKING FOR HOME
I looked for home in the valleys
but they were wiser than me.
So I looked for home
through distant shores
but the search
chased me faster
from sky-stabbing mountain
to death’s ravine,
and its intoxicating
eternal lack.
So I looked for home
in most loyal liturgy,
until, (volumes later),
the last word
betrayed the letter.
I looked for home
in the children,
only to find them
looking for home in me.
So I looked for home in the heart,
but the heart shattered
again and again
into a new kind of chaos
of fright and shards
of light.
So I knelt by a river
of heaven-touched losers
and looked for home in the water,
and home flowed on and on
yet never moved
at all.
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