My Multiple Homes

All the places I have lived

Brought me inspiration within

Wheat, oat, and rapeseed fields, factories

Sunsets on the horizons

Empty roads long as trains

With no humans in close proximity

Then the hustle and bustle of the world

Rumbling, chuffing, without a word

In my own language

I had to learn to recognise it

And be carried away by the flow

Of others around

Trying to fit

Into another reality

Made of different lives

Many times

Beyond compare

Yet it is a common core

Coalesced within the same limits

Same rules, weather, and politics

Commanding the surrounding reality

We don’t have to agree

We just have to live

Because no one is going to kick us out

As we’ve been working hard

To share this soil

Made from too many points of view

Inconsistent, irritating ignominy

Dispensed to each other

In the streets for instance

And inside the apartments

Prolapsing too far

To be private somehow

Becoming other inhabitants’ issue

Inclosed by the same boundary line

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September 2021

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