Home

I have given the child a home.

No one ever did
or could
for he didn’t have a self
and he was alone

wanting for all the world to be held

and I am holding him.

There is no one else here
and no one else we need,
no mother, father, friend
no lover, partner, mate
no children
no one but the child himself

and me
the source
the man
who was the child

and I am holding him.

Nurturing and loving
accepting
free

I am him and he me
and I am holding him in the home that is us.

Take away the things I contrived to substitute for self

the exquisite passions
possessions

the body I built
the mask I wore for a face
the heart I hammered into lust.

I am here now
and we are home.