afterthought to "houses."
revised from original.

home is when you rifle through your clothes
carelessly dumped on a futon
your mind intent on the action
rather the pending purpose.

home is when you're not afraid
to take your time
because you know
no one's rushing you
no one's expecting of you
you've none to answer for
but you, and only you.

home is when you realize
there's no one after you -
not after any of your possessions
or connections.

you are assailed by distances unimaginable
by disasters figmental
by disquiet unthinkable
but home is when you never mind that -
you are dressing for you.

¶ 8/31/2004 01:39:00 AM