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