i am a nomad
in my own home
from room to room
i roam and roam
i find no place
in this place
and beg for blessings
and for space
i give grace
and i trace
the corners of the floors
the outlines of the doors
and still
i am unstill
and i pace
and i wander more
and i ponder yore
i gaze over yonder
and try to unpack
some iota of wonder
uprooted again
i break free from the pen
from the sty i have sullied
as i sat in a stupor
like goldilocks i squirm
and proclaim
this one’s too firm
seeking softer solace
i slam doors
and splay curtains
searching for what’s certain
only to find
once again what’s behind
the drapes and the blinds
are just more vacant times
and i am lost in my mind
a hobo on no road
a vagrant in my abode
i am a nomad