Here

HERE

Living, we cover vast territories;
imagine your life drawn on a map—
I never imagined it would stop.
Here. My children born.
Here.

My life force, my spark doesn’t fit in
Here. (But it comes close enough so
I stay)
Here.

I returned
Here.
While she stayed
to be educated. There.
I plug myself in.
Here.

Unknowns the unanswered hows. There.
glue my map shut. Here. paste smeared
on the creases between this highway
and that landmark I find myself
Still here.

My life drawn on a map.
Still.
Here.

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