Roaming Home

My home has been

A pile of rag tag bits

Tied together in precarious ways

Always moving

Away from me

Hard to find

~~~

I track it

Like a beast

But it always slips away

As soon as I turn my back,

Comfortable in the fact

That it is there

~~~

Every time

I have to search for it

My home becomes harder to track

~~~

It learns

As I learn

An elusive beast

A white whale

To my Frankenstein’s monster

~~~

I always bring it gifts

Things I find on my journeys

Shiny baubles

Bits of material

Interesting tchotchkes

It accepts them

Happily enough

Until it yearns

For more

~~~

My clever home

~~~

Sometimes

It finds things on

Its own

So I have trouble recognizing it

When I see it again

It never fools me

For long

~~~

People come and go from it

Always leaving something

They deem useless

And we cherish

~~~

The last person

To stumble upon my home

Stubbornly refuses

To leave

...The poor darling...

He tolerates everything

I throw at him

I rage

and roar

Then regret

Yet he stays

Sometimes even

Shining a light

So I can more easily find

My way

Back home

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It wasn't until

My house began to fly

That I realized

I too

Have wings.