Ellie McAfee

14

Home

And when it comes around again,
on the other side, the side against the tree
representing home.

For us, no mere house tells of the home we live in.
Beds in that are interchangeable--
but when we awake: surround the glass water
and the trees of glaring greens marked blazed blue.

An escape from the world that works us to tears-- simpled to card games
and a heated stove,
smells of pancakes and hot chocolate swells.
Music flooding where she used to excuse blood
with candle light feathering calamity to the burns of society.

Lazing upon the pricks of the dock
staring out onto the empty lake,
before 6 a.m,
a reflection so clear the wrinkles of a day’s work show clean
so fair it would seem like a crime to reach out a finger and
poke,
leaving ripples in the dispassion of time.

And when it comes around again,
on the other side, the side against the tree
representing home.