Featured Illustration: Ranganath Krishnamani
Let them into our home
There is nothing
You can clasp onto
More than a hold
From a hand
Extending out
Letting you know
There is solace
Lying about
The surface of our world
Beautiful
And unknown
Locking myself
In my room
All alone…
It’s strenuous
It’s agonizing
To be on your own
But if each community
Could acquire a day
That felt like home;
A potluck
A gathering
Trodding through our forest
Where we are at liberty to roam
Absorbing our day’s gifts
With the new hands we hold
And share it with new people
Faces
We can learn
To call our own
Perhaps…
Just maybe
I would feel less alone
And no amount of torment
Could ever
Feel like it was
Written in stone