Home

Home Is.

For many years I've felt homes were time capsules

Capturing and I'd hope it's common and natural

Each season regurgitated in sequence

Returning in revolutions to home base

Or are we complacent in our ways

Collapsing levees into spillways and reality

Opinions, an urge, a crave

And till this day I'm uncertain I've made the right decision

Certain as enclosed,

A box set television

Frequencies residual radio waves, my record is spinning

Playing,

Fireside Chatting

Tranquil and placid

What often occupies our battle field

This Chess board

Opponents and desires under immediate besiege imposing escape impossible

Here with my Vodka and coffee

Peering into past and memory

Achievements and trophies

Days to cease

This isn't how things are supposed to be

Feeling stuck and stung kindred a mirror of moats and bees

But can't fault one for doing so

When the tide and sea levels retire nestled and hidden below

In the sand, a line I've drawn

One side a former self

Screaming for help

The other, peaceful,

Ease,

Lily pads among ponds, a reflecting mirror

Spawning an emotion I hadn't felt

Speaking to old times and these walls

Sifting through valleys, photos, portfolios, foliage and footage,

I've always felt homes were time capsules

All consumed, ensconced

Bottled in, afloat the mighty Pacific

The distance between the outside and in

One closer because it's familiar

Home base, home, the returning bottle, the time capsule.

Reviews

[Nariko]

The nostalgic feeling of what our home is