#nothiding

I made a home with a man

I made him sons

We grew it, a family home

And then it was not

The waves that crashed through were made of time and betrayal

Sons do not stay at home forever

And neither do some men

I opened my home to another man

I ran here,

ran there,

gathering,

to welcome him,

This home a gateway, new life, new country

The wave that took him, he caught it like a bus.

Picking up small things he left behind,

seaweed on a sorrowful beach,

learning how not to be a thing he left behind.

My home is small now and I tuck it in my pocket,

or under my pillow

It is my map, my compass, my mirror, my sacred book.

I dance here alone, and that is beautiful.

I will not change again

I will not make more sons for any man

I will not become other than I am

I will not stray from myself

8/5/22