Finding My Way Home
by Marjorie Sadin
I used to tear around alone with no direction
like a spinning top. I imagined lovers and chased
them away. I was dependent on a caress.
Once I did acid and thought the clouds
were a web that was going to break and I would die.
But I found my way home and cried and cried.
Freezing rain is predicted.
I am warm and sleepy hibernating in this condo.
I need you like fire needs oxygen.
With you, life is real and when it hurts
I still cry out but you hear me and I am not lost
in a web of illusions.
You hold my homesick heart.
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