When We are Going Home
audio version of my new poem, with the text below
Article voiceover
When we are going home
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You who are settled here So confident in your mass and volume That what you touch will yield to you Resting in the place you inhabit Thinking it is yours You are just a visitor. The couch, the mattress The tresses of hair on a pillow Evidence of your decided belonging
Beautiful and very meaningful given the passing of our cantor