The Rain came down
And washed all the Noises
Away—
For the first time,
I was taken astray,
Far away,
To distant Lands
Where I would find myself
Steady,
Free to breathe the same
Air
Of consistency—
So that no matter where
My feet settle—
The Sierras or
The Himalayans,
I would still keep
That which
No Man
Can ever take away.
And then came the deluge–following an endless brooding–and everything was once again, alright. The past two months of suffocating and over-baked habitat of this town had received its reprieve, and became livable.
But what’s home? Everywhere and Nowhere–there are those who are obliged to constantly endure, adapt, and overcome the unfavorable. And this so called harbor of discomfort in the eyes of the pampered, by comparison, suffices far more than what’s required of a safe haven for the less fortunate.