It's Still Life

Home Is Where You Are, Not Where You Were

Home, but
no one’s here.
Radio’s on, making
noise like a paint distorted day.
We were a busy array back when.

All that entering and
exiting through the door.
Just for a while.
Just for forever. Racing
in and out of our own tapestry.

Where are those words
we pushed aside.
It’s a madness of time,
and flapping about
like brittle-boned birds.

Hear it?
I hear it.
Yesterday’s voice.

We. All. Entering and exiting
as if forever is just for a while.

Written for Miz Quickly’s 11 August “free day” and dVerse Poets “Outside Looking In” prompts. Shared with @Miz_Quickly and @dversepoets #APoemADay on Twitter   ©Misky 2021. Image is from Twitter’s Abandoned Places.