As I start my day
If I will return home
As complete as I leave it?
Not that I'm whole to begin with;
But "will Life's Reductions
Be in large enough chunks to notice in these hours away,
Or so gradual that it takes years to notice I've changed?"
And, upon arriving again,
There's always a gratefulness
When I enter in one piece
(But not whole)
And I wonder why "wholeness" is associated
with "home" being its receptical,
And if it were fair to say that one can break as easily at home as anywhere...
But at least strangers aren't ogling the process.
