Home

In a non-location, 

Beneath my breast and rib,

In an unspecified chamber of my heart,

There exists a place where I yearn to stay.

Settled and content I would be, here. 

It’s presence aligns with my presence. 

Here. I am. Present.

Here. My memory is cherished, and my future is welcomed. 

Here. I would breathe through the ventral vessels. 

The breeze that rustles through the long grass,

Making the wind sound like the sea. 

Ear to conch. My home under the waves.  

This place which has always existed,

In the wombs of my ancestors. 

Derived, their strength is my will.

Still and quiet rooms harbor the lineage, 

Like the marrow in my bones.

Contemplation reverberates softly from the walls,

Murmuring in the corners of the ceiling. 

Unsettling the webs, making them sway.

Here, I am never alone. 

For I have myself and

My chest.

My heart. 

My ribs.

My breath.

My home.