Home in the Sky

Open doors and climbing steps, were nothing less than my day to day. Inside a magic castle that became a cave and also a chapel. Where I learned to skate on soapy floors, to hide on moldy clothes, to climb those leaning columns of a house stacked on an angle, to swing from trees and ropes, and build with two more foes. All that which led me here away from all those limbs who helped me walk and helped me think.

As much as I wanted to stay I was told it wouldn’t be safe, that there I’d live in fear and judgment. In spite of gut, I’d lack a slot. So I came and went away from the woods and onto the concrete roofs, where I learned to see the floor, follow the lines and catch the train, all too often forgetting the sky, and when I would look up I would be amazed by the startling beauty of blue and white molded into a perfect unreachable mirror of my childhood sky.

Outside this perfect shell I grew to know the truth; That I could reach and fall and learn to crawl but I could never just go home. Because those six who help me live and helped me be are not all there to let me in. Although I know that they are somewhere closer and older, reaching for their own voices.