They said not throw stones,
but how else were we to move them?
Dislodge them from where they lay, scattered all around
the inside of our house
like the unwelcome belongings of strangers
Small piles
Oblong, and flat ones stacked to resembled inukshuks
even though they'd never guide our way
Some propping up windows
and keeping the holes from appearing so
distracting us from the real
messes that we'd made
I got tired of stumbling on them
Of stubbing my toes
On sharp edges I'd seen the day before
And promised myself I'd manage out of the way
If I could go into your brain
And unwrap the fibres
That must have gotten tangled
So endlessly, I fear
I'll never be able to see
Where your farawayness ends
And my happiness begins
I would
I'd find whatever it would take
I'd lift the stones gently out the way
Even though I want to throw them
I'd look under each one of them, carefully
For the garden shears, or a pair of nail clippers
A jackknife, a whittle or a thimble
Anything this house has been hiding
That might let me cut the fibres loose
I would
It breaks both of us, more than glass could ever shatter
That you can't be my home
That the tangles keep you away
And lock you in a place
I'm sure not to recognize from one day to the next
After I smashed all the walls
Trying to get these careless stones
Out of sight and out of time
And out of the way
Home became what it always had been
A space inside that formed around the boulders and binaries
Yes, somehow I gathered myself around the places the stones used to be
I realized I could see and breathe
a homecoming everyday
that is you through me
the nod of all that came before us
birthright by the wind
a movement that cannot cease
so long as we are there to see it
a home woven inside my veins
steadfast through every pulse that sustains me
A soft, quiet expanse
that will never have to be tidy and put away
to be neat and precious
to be steadfast
that promises, somehow
that it will still exist tomorrow
About the Creator
Ella Olga
Just trying to figure out this whole being a human thing. I don't know any better way than by sorting it out with words on a page.
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