In the dream, you just look at me.
Like I'd never said anything.
But your eyes...
'Don't do something foolish' you say
like that would change anything...
The nonsense of it...
And then
No warning
The ground shakes ice
loose.
slabs pull water
feet
to bottom...
A blur.
The gravity of it.
You say it's because I didn't ask.
But how could I know?
The house ungrounded without you
would remain?
Homeless?
Eisenberg explained it to me.
'Looking fools proof'' he said.
Uncertainty is all there is.
Have pictures to prove it...
With no grounding
All connections
are digital now
and I don't mean fingers or hands.
On.
There is no running home to you anymore.
Belief is an other story.
If you want to arrive, you have to leave, they say.
I kick
and up float
feet - mud clouds - and I -
in water only shoulder height...
Funny it's warm...
You warned me I'd find myself.
Home less...
I did.
So don't write my address down in ink.
I'm running...
still.
A fool with pictures to prove homelessness is the fear of being...
Still.
In your body.
The sense of it all. A blur.
Look at you at home in your body there.
The fear of far from home behind you.
Funny. How warm that is.