liminal space

i.

(found poetry from the definition of home at https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Home#Occupants)

space for instance space for virtual space space of the psyche

liminal space

contested space

the home has appropriated new meanings

the home blurs boundaries

the home expands beyond petroglyphs carnivores giants burials

simple nomadic complex fixed

humans

everyone has the right to himself on a more or less random basis

with no place no address close to the heart

one moves away from that point, but it can trigger self-reflection, thoughts about who someone is or used to be or who they might become

ii.

Then there was the year I slept in a tent.

Moths ate every thread in sight and

I pillowed on a rattler.

Stinkbugs gathered

On the ecumenical altar

Of my flashlight.

All night, the long weeds

Devil-danced until a murder

And murmuration of ravens

Opened my eyes to each new old day.

You’d be surprised just how swiftly

Things can fall apart.

Just how lickety-split trouble

Can own you.

Until you’re there you’ll never know

How life can make you wonder

Why these fardels bear,

Under the grunt and sweat,

And, wearily wear the crownless head

Until the dead of dawn

Seeps into your dreading marrow.

That far down,

You can see up to worms

And root balls. That sunken,

You can see the blood of archangels

Run on rivers. That blinded,

You can hear night’s cupola

Yawn wide to swallow memory

And tomorrow both.

This pilgrim, this peregrine,

Old hobo philosopher

Is lucky though. I rose from the rag and ruin

To drink martinis at the Rainbow Room

And clink with the well-heeled

Always at home

In their Côte d’Azur skins.

Not all fouled phoenixes

Rekindle so.

Not all homeless

Cry olley-olley-oxen free.

Now I am home

Everywhere

Having lived less

Than anywhere once.

iii.

(found poetry from the lyrics of Sweet Home Alabama)

one, two, three carry me home i miss the skies

where the (oh yeah) lord has so much pick me up