I’m not going anywhere
even if I travel
or fall off a cliff…
right now I have this sense of home
like a turtle with a porous shell
who can sleep anywhere
and be awake when the light tickles.
And I can sense something near my heart
that wants to know for sure,
that longs to know
whether home can ever be stripped off
or whether this time the safety
will endure over aeons.
And that cold speck
will just have to get used to warmth
whether it lasts a day
or past the threshold
when my heart no longer beats;
and I have to admit
that the speck will be my companion,
warm or cool.