I’ve found “home” was among those

That created that welcoming sense

However, I’ve never felt more divided

From home-ness in my lifetime of living

As I have throughout this past year

It’s as if my life itself split wide open

Resembling a dark giant sea eruption

And a wound that leaves behind scars

I feel left as a spec of an island I once was

Out in center surrounded by strangeness    

The sun used to rise up from the east side

And set softly in quietude on a westerly tide      

Now the sky is filled in a muddied greyness

And a luminous moon has gone… absent


Poet of the Light © 2022


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