Sunday, July 29, 2012

Routine as illusion

For a few weeks
and sometimes months,
there is a routine placed,
and with it certainty is set,
to simmer for a time;
but always as illusion,
for nothing is confirmed.
To make home something physical,
means when we lose that space,
we grieve for something we have lost,
and sometimes cannot trace,
but when home is inside ourselves,
means we can always find,
the space secure and lasting,
which nothing can divide.

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