My Portable Homeland
…as I am sensing it right now
It doesn’t need
a flag and a national anthem.
It hasn’t got an army, a parliament,
a president or a prime minister.
Its territory is nowhere and everywhere,
at the same time.
Its roads are vertical.
Its waters follow the upper wind.
Its nature is polluted,
only if I permit it.
It has neither poverty nor wealth.
Everything “just is”.
It is in war,
only when I’m confused.
It is under attack,
only if I let my fear form attackers in front of me.
The language spoken
doesn’t include possessive pronouns.
The word “domination”
is used only to follow the word “self”.
It doesn’t need a written calendar.
It coordinates directly with the galaxy.
Its sights are
the ones I convey.
I don’t need transportation
to come and go.
It’s always with me.
It is the homeland I carry within.
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Anthi Psomiadou — CC BY-NC-ND 4.0 International : Credit must be given to the creator/ Only noncommercial uses of the work are permitted/ No derivatives
About the Creator
Anthi Psomiadou
Writing, Life coaching, Criminology, and more. But I simply do these, I am not these. I just am. I am what I am, at any given moment.
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