PLACE
Good to know your . . .
Come over to my . . .
Don’t lose your . . .
That is my . . .
Things in . . .
Place has a space, defined
With rules, solid, and stable.
It doesn’t splay itself willy nilly
All around rootless, with wobbles.
It lets you sit when the music stops.
Let me wrap myself again in some clear space,
Cries the refugee cast into an unhinged world
That drove him from the root and blessing of place.
There is that song that sings, ‘Somewhere there is a . . . ‘
Would that the world would sing it in new found harmony.
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This sentiment is poignant and expressed with clarity of vision. Your natural word choice is at once unique and familiar. I don’t speak your dialect but your writing always hits home with me. This poem is especially powerful to me as a resident alien from a country the administration has recent found cause to despise.
Pay no attention to the current administration. It is more beneficial to contemplate toe jam than to tangle one’s brain over the useless nonsense of an ego stricken moron.