Homeless Poem | Katherine Greene Lewis
I had a room once high in the sky
with stars on the walls and a bright
globe of light over the bed and doors
everywhere and nothing to fear.
The hands I love carried me
up the long stairs that echoed
with every step and voices grew
like vines in the stairwell.
Now with sky for a roof and street for a floor
and bent walls of air and no door
I wake to sirens like copper wire
forced through my head
and cold flows through
the river of my body.
When I was born clean and new
I came through a door
into life. I was home.
Now home is the hand
between me and fear.