The Place

Where do we belong

And now at my homecoming, the barked elms stand up like sticks along the street.I am a foot taller than when I left,and cannot see the dirt at my feet.Yet sometimes I catch my vague mind circling with a glazed eye for a name without a face, or a face without a name, and at every step,I startle them. ― Robert Lowell, For the Union Dead

What is this place Beside the lake of calm ripples, that a lone leaf, floating, catches the rhythm at leisure,

What is this place Fenceless, Yet permits are asked for,

This place, Green carpets the snowfields, Gay hues wrap the summer white,

The place imperceptible, Lending ladder to the firmament, Walking over clouds, bridges Un-burnt, you meet a blob, Hazy but familiar —

You try to give a shape You assign a size Shapeless it remains, Luminescent,

The cloud-man dumps the bundle of antsy in the air, Parachuting as glistening dews, Scatters on blooms…. God lies in its sudden death

What is this place Sight blocked Vision enabled Foundation of depth Pillars of faith Litany of the unaccustomed, Epiphany of the wordless,

Where is this place Of lilac scented ylang-ylang, Lanterns burning the midnight oil, Street lights flicker and end,

Where is the place which dances with the whiff, Runs with the helium, Mist sprays the tresses, Exhaling freedom, Soul liberated

We are so conditioned to knock the doors of our brick-n-mortar houses

Do we learn to come home……

Have we learned to come home?! With A.H. Mehr Sujona Chatterjee Hamsalekha Ali Kira Dawn Denise Darby Trista Signe Ainsworth Rose Lee Neera Handa Dr Suma Narayan Bwalya Chanda Kris Bedenian

Thank you Ravyne Hawke Marcus aka Gregory Maidman Katrina D.and Promptly Written for this wonderful place for self-expression, and publishing my poem.

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