The unknown calls to the curious with an exultant chant,
a refrain heard but seldom understood. My life has branched
unexpectedly, days are defiant yet anxious; I keep looking back.
But death quickens for those who choose to cling to cairns. I see
where I am, find false assurance in how well my dust has settled
in a small corner that comforts, Oh, those gathered necessities.
There are tender entanglements in the familiar, these common
rooms, all those static horizons and narrow pathways, grooves
that ensnare change like spinning wheels. Tomorrow summons
and I will venture into its starry deep, for my heart was moved
by serendipity. This I have learned: family is wider than blood
and home is not a place. Home is the love we refuse to hoard.