(Poem written in response to Mara Eastern’s Poetry 101 Rehab: Home)
the word resounds in my mind, like a hum
and what do i think about?
smiles, eyes, hearts, hands, souls
words, cuts, white, black, ink, love
fur, purr, growl, low, kind, hair
soil, rain, sun, shelter, joy
my body, a carcass, a house
of skin, bones and blood
my eyes hidden from myself
where to go?
what to say?
with this mouth when treacherous sound
like a whimper escapes
whirl the words in my tongue, they twirl–
turn into something new
heart on the horizon, feet rooted deep
i want to go, but i do not want to leave
not once more
not before i start again
what is a home?
a place, a song, verse or prose
someone, something, somewhere
but where? what? whom?