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I Am a Home pt.2

I am a planet,

you are a traveler,

seeking home.

Maybe a planet can orbit at ease,

while a traveler plays.

Maybe a planet can be a traveler,

a traveler a planet.

Maybe travelers can find a home,

be a home.

You are a planet,

I am a traveler,

seeking home.

Maybe a traveler can handle

when a planet fissures and quakes.

Maybe a planet can handle

when a traveler needs space.

We are planets,

we are travellers.

Carefully,

seeking home.

I Am a Home.

I am a planet,

you are a traveler,

seeking home.

I have clean water,

green trees.

You evaluate conditions.

Maybe you’ll find cleaner waters,

greener trees.

elsewhere.

So you travel.

Cautiously,

seeking home.

I am a planet.

I want to be your home.

But then I don’t.

Because don’t feel like enough

when you assess and weigh.

You are a traveler,

and travelers never find home.

I Have a Voice

I am a lake without a choice.
Matter thrown inside sinks out of sight and mind,
lost in the reservoir– decomposses.
Becoming part of the waters, blending with foreign archaic sediment.

But waters recede,
Sediment takes form.

I see clearly the solid refuse.
I am not a lake, I have a voice,
and sound waves distort reflections of you.

I have mass.

Enough to throw down like a hammer and shatter offshore rubble.
Fossils remain like battle scars that tattoo my solid, solid form.

I am not a lake, my body another kind.
I am a warrior clad in titanium, echoing cries that insist victory.
Ablaze with sun that dries spittle from existence.

What’s a Spoon

What’s a spoon,

What’s a prune,

What’s a moon,

What’s a loon,

When is noon,

Where is my prune,

What’s a spoon.