homesick

in the early morning I wake

and feel the space that’s left

though I’ve filled it many times

today, again, it lies vacant

halfway

between life and death

halfway

between darkness and light

always halfway

to something I can’t grasp

and I rise slowly

eyes damp with morning’s dew

and remember

how it feels

to root my feet

into the ground

from whence I came

to feel the earth

beneath me

that calls me home

to something lost

something I can’t seem to find

or grasp

within my trembling hands

a place

where I am whole

and warm and safe

where hope lived

like the tides that wash me clean

my yearly baptism from shame

like soft moss that encircled my head

giving me a place to rest my dreams

like breathing in the pine

and breathing out the broken things

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