Home? by Richard VinceThe Sun has lent his light
To other lands now. Only
A small patch of brightness
In one corner of the violent sky
Reminds me he was here at all.
Mostly, I keep my light to
Myself. I feel it is not
Welcome often.
Why do I not belong here?
Why am I not at home
Among my peers? Why do
They not give me the time
To be me?
A cool breeze has arrived,
And with it the urgency
Of evening, demanding action.
Will I hide, or
Will I emerge at last?
05/23/2009 Posted on 06/01/2009 Copyright © 2024 Richard Vince
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