Home Again

Home is where the heart is, they say: 

A place where one can feel pain 

and joy 

Faith and Misery, 

Like the feelings are fur and the 

Thoughts are memories. 

A place where irrelevant time is all 

you need, 

Rumbling metal hearts jiggle at your feet 

and laugh in the sentimental glow 

Of your eyes. 

Flat colours and high horizons 

Cascading 

Fading 

and you fall under their beautiful spell 

with love, hate, 

wrap your arms around your knees 

and remember what it was like to 

be a child in the fields of Atlantis. 

The Home can be anything it 

wants to be: 

My own dazzling nightmare filled with 

Ghosts and poppies, poppies and posies 

Scrawling their way across my fingers. 

I can touch them.    

I don’t believe I’d feel safer 

in a world without my thoughts. 

This messy hurricane of 

Words and Pictures in 

black, white, and fruitless colour. 

Home is where your hands feel, 

feet tread, 

body and head lay to rest. 

It is inside you, 

inside your mind. 

Inside the drop you’re yet to find.