2/28/11

Back home again, all seems the same,

Just as I left it days ago,

And yet so much outside has changed from that which I have always known.

How odd to find myself entrenched,

In such familiarity,

With all that I once grasped, now wrenched away and made so strange to me.

Perhaps, when we call someplace home,

We search for words which will define,

A place advance has left alone- a shelter from the storms of time.

As creatures cling to fallen trees,

That ride deep floods and float downstream,

Do we too cling to loose debris, cast from life’s tattered plans and dreams?

Until my comforts wash away,

As all things shall disintegrate,

For now, at home, I safely stay, in sweet illusion, cheating fate.