Finding Home

exit stage left

Finding Home

It was night in a window,

floors sealed in silence

doors as exits

evacuation a non option

he sealed himself in

gazed most times at the window

its darkness gathered around his mind

is this the way out of yesterday’s mind

a boy ponders

the salt of an idea lingers on his tongue

a sudden dash out the window of illusion

sounds gather, he finds home.

Reviews

[Alfred Kukitz]

That night I wrote three or four. When I looked this one over I knew I had it. Thanks guys for the visit!

Regards,
Al

[~]

I feel like I just saw the writing on the wall: he was here -- love that salty idea and the lingering of it. perfect way to describe the constant nagging thought. :)

[jacob erin-cilberto]

wow, this is heavy...that boy in his mind, but older in body...having suffered loss, is looking for home.
he exits.
great last stanza...