There was a place,
now in the past,
where I was never,
not at home.
Where I was safe
in places
I'd never known.
Where strangers
could show concern
with a friendly
“Honey, can I help you?”
Or maybe
a simple smile,
deeply warm.
It's hard to explain
such sunny times
in the dark present
When I watch
for unknown movement
and listen
for unknown sounds
And unknown steps
that may be bringing
a darker future
into my life
In this place
where I am ever,
not at home.
3.19.22