Moving In
Moving in,
it was moving
seeing so many in one place
generations
upon
generations
upon
one floor one soil one land
For a moment in time,
we had all the time -
we had all day long.
Moving around
making room for me, making room for you,
making rooms -
making me think about how we all fit
in a puzzle that never grew
just split, attached itself to new
just split, but stayed attached to you.
Branches make trees into rooms.
It was nice.
I like trees.
It was nice coming home
to you again, and
it was nice leaving home
from you again,
being home
with you again,
being Home.
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