one day last week monday i think i
balanced the books and
paid back time
all of the time i have ever borrowed and
fell upwards through a hole in the sky
into a pocket in the apron of nowhere and
there in the dark pieces came at me piecemeal
debris turning dizzy through the magic spell of space
every scrap story thread
even the wrapper of a used up mars bar
liveried in its smart red black and gold
the light years came went and stayed until at last
i saw myself before the door to home
breathless turning the handle in both my hands:
surprise !
i found i have been here all along :
under my head my own pillow
in the bed my entire family
and all of the things humans animals
i have ever loved

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