WE are NOT home

Don't know why anyone
finds it strange
or misshapen
Aloneness...is none of this

It is two feet
and two eyes
With not one pair
Of other feet

or eyes to know
Or see
Or judge
Or spy

It is the one voice
In the one head
Or to tell truth sometimes
more
but still... 

There is absence
Of the meaningless words,
A comfort, A fierceness...
To the lock on the door
The relished ease
Of an unwashed floor
The release
Of only self
To bore

M P 17/5/22