If home is knowing
Then we are far from home now

out on a long walk
with no shoes

out in the unnameable tundra

braving
or hiding

building or denying

but all trying

all trying

if shelter is complacency
we are without nest

all of our belongings
torn from dresser drawers
thrown in the streets

all of our ummentionables
exposed

if a bed is a place
to hide from truth
we fear we might never sleep again

standing in fields
clutching cold pillows
wondering when the gift
will be ours again
when we will belong to sleep again

we are frightened
but bold
we are learning a new craft
learning how to build
new houses
new beds
fresh comforts

the security of knowing is gone
but we will not
always stand in the field

not with our newfound
ingenuity

creativity and fearless construction

we may never go back to the places we know

but we can build new ones

and they will be homes if we say so