Homeless
I come,
I go.
And then I think.
That it’s all the same
here or there.
There is
no place
gained.
That here,
like there.
I am
what people call
a “stranger.”
And like a stranger
I will come
and go.
Until here
like there.
Neither I
nor anyone
will be.
The Presence Denied
I always felt sorry for
he who did not know how to love me…
I was born to distant stars
alone at dawn…
My wings are useless
on earth’s shores.
You are a small man
and cannot reach my flight.