Morning found us Without asking No trumpet No thunder Just light On the floor And dust Turning slowly I waited For the strange thing The voice The wolf The wheel Nothing Only breathing Mine Yours Then— No Only mine Home Funny word Four letters Trying to build a house Home A room? A road? A body? A name somebody calls From another room? I’ve had rooms Lost them Had names Changed them Had people Loved them Lost them too Still— Here Home was never a place Never a number on a wall Never the room that kept me Never the road at all Home was never a place I could leave or return to again Maybe home was the moment I stopped trying To get in The paper moon is gone now Chimney cold Blue dog? Gone Or sleeping Somewhere Little silver Little stone I remember The garden The house The wolves All those versions Walking around Inside one coat They’re quieter now Not gone Don’t need them gone Come along All of you There’s room The child The liar The lover The fool The one who ran The one who stayed The one who thought Being wounded Made him wise Come along No throne No trial No debt No disguise Home was never a place Never a number on a wall Never the room that kept me Never the road at all Home was never a place I could leave or return to again Maybe home was the moment I stopped trying To get in A guitar somewhere Clean Far away One note Across the morning Then another No hurry Nothing left To prove The bass moves underneath it Slow water The drums barely touch The ground And for once The silence Isn’t empty Listen There That’s not nothing That’s space I used to fill it With everything Fear Noise Names God Anger Love Myself Especially myself Now— Wind A bird A string bending Toward something blue Enough The portal over the sea Remember? I thought it went somewhere Maybe it did Maybe every portal Just brings you around Until you can stand Where you started Without needing To escape Home was never a place Never a number on a wall Never the room that kept me Never the road at all Home was never a place I could leave or return to again Maybe home was the moment I stopped trying To get in The stars are still there Daylight hides them That’s different From gone People too Maybe No Don’t ruin it Leave some things Unanswered The sun climbs The room gets ordinary Chair Window Cup Hands Everything exactly What it is And somehow That’s stranger Than anything I laugh Quietly Nobody hears Good The road outside Keeps going I don’t Not yet I sit I breathe I let the morning Be morning No prophecy No revelation No final little trick Just this And this And this Until even the words Stop needing To mean Anything.
