Home Is

Home is, and is not.
Roosters crow while the
Sun rises. I hear someone
Else’s neighbor draw the
Curtains back to take a shower,
The water rushing and the plastic
Clanging along metal bars
While coffee percolates on
Forgotten stoves. We are
Universal, so there is always
Food to be eaten, conversation
To be had, the daily ritual of
Cleansing and greeting the world
Before us. Collectively, we take
Shuffled steps down hills
Frequented by public buses
And smile above coffee cups.
We could be anywhere at
Any point in time, the difference is
Nil. Nevertheless, here we are
And therefore here is home.

Author: Erica V.

Always seriously joking and rambunctiously soft-spoken.

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