Spring yet winter, not there yet.
Snowdrops out, snow dropping on them
Blue skies only a distant memory
Barely breathing
Freezing
Under the blanket of thick greyness
How did I get here, on whose wings?
Pondering continuity versus rupture
Common themes, here and there
Theme number one, home
Only happy when not at home, outside
In liminal space, in academic lingo, in pirueting nonreality
Young hands weaving rugs of poetry
Tug-of-words: pulling against obstinate images
That's home - the threshold of love and forgetting
Young hands and heads
Busy spinning life out of words
Naming things previously unknown
Sharing names previously unthought
That's home.
Nothing else will do.
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