Home Away from Home #4 (a one-lined poem)

godsister took the photo. ©2024 Breakfast at The Toasted Yolk Cafe



44 in ’24, an 80s’ baby
with a big heart
stamps the world
with this age
blessed to breathe
into it
many did not
make it and many
never will
and as I reflect on all
things prayed for
and all things dismissed
I’m glad I can
discern between
scapegoats and non-Judases
at my big age
I don’t need to dissect
life into halves
there isn’t a
petri dish big enough
for untimely surprises
hello 44
if you’re here to
stay the full year
let’s agree to
give “bold” a new
look
I’m down if
you are
pacing the packed floors
of my crowded mind
I find voices that are
not my own
longing to be guided to
their own resting places
how did they get here
when will they leave
someone outside of my
body shouts
“YOU SHOULDN’T ASK QUESTIONS YOU DON’T
WANT THE ANSWERS TO!”
and I instantly sit back
in my ergonomics swivel
chair and shut up
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