burrows.

by Poet on the Piano   Aug 21, 2020


it's the third week of
august and i'm eating
my favorite apple and
cinnamon cereal on
a stained rug that's
only a few months old.

the silence at 1 AM
is not intimidating;
if you listen closely,
the rhythm of the
katydids can be found
in between the tenor
pockets of wind.

i am in the center
of my house yet feel
undomesticated,
another species
simply mimicking
in order to survive.

and though this
place and moment
and breath in time
is all too familiar,
i ache for a shelter
where i won't ever
have to wonder,
"can this be my home?"

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  • 4 years ago

    by Skyfire

    Somewhere beneath all of our 'humanness' we are all just looking for home I think. For somewhere to belong and be accepted. Great piece.

  • 4 years ago

    by Meena Krish

    The thoughts silence and loneliness can bring in the middle of the night with just the rhythm of eating as company. The ending verse really touches the heart...Congrats on the win!

  • 4 years ago

    by Gracy Judith

    Loved this piece MA! The below lines are beautifully penned and convey a much deeper meaning and really hit hard.

    i am in the center
    of my house yet feel
    undomesticated
    another species
    simply mimicking
    in order to survive

    and...

    i ache for a shelter
    where i won't ever have to wonder,
    "can this be my home?"

    Congratulations on the win!
    x

  • 4 years ago

    by Ben Pickard

    How many of us spend our lives looking for a place we can call home, I wonder? Makes you ponder on whether or not its existence is simply a fanciful fixation...
    Sorry, but my mood has been dark of late!

    Take care, MA

    • 4 years ago

      by Poet on the Piano

      No need to apologize, it's a question I've asked before, and perhaps many of us have! Thank you for reading, Ben, and take care too

  • 4 years ago

    by Weeping Willow

    Love this. My favorite part is when you talk about feeling like another species just mimicking in order to survive. That resonated so deeply with me. Love your work.

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