Somewhere- Anonymous

Sometimes I stare into something Else

A patterned cascade

Of nostalgia

And what it feels like to be Home.

Let it break me

Down into the tiny pieces

Reformed; like stained glass

In this Image I see -

Wheels; spinning, running,

loving

Lonely and incandescent;

As we may walk past someone who looks familiar

And feel recognized.

The Else comes in special moments;

Synesthetic, you can taste the

Thickness in the air.

It tastes like spring buds;

Like grandma’s old futon.

Heavy, muddy, cold.

Embrace

Let go

These old moments are all you need to know.

Sometimes I stare into somewhere Else

And let it wash over me

Goaded by homesickness, I am free.

Anonymous