There is a coming home
That only my bed knows.
Ready to welcome me for days
An extended vacation
And there is always a vacancy.
There is a coming home
That only the sea knows.
Washing my soul
Calling my blood to it
With the current.
There is a coming home
That only my mother knows.
Her light bird bones
Ready to hold me together
Effortlessly.
There is a coming home
That only my dreams know.
Off flirting with infinity
They return to me
Whispering they are alive.
There is a coming home
That only the sky knows.
Oh yes, I swear it.
There is a coming home
That only the sky knows.
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Katherine Eadie
I write poetry but I don’t call myself a poet :)
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