The Torn Homelessness

I no longer belong.

The home
I left,
the home
I was sojourning to,

now


gone.



I find myself
awakened and alive
in a strange
new place,
strange
new time.

I'm now homeless;
a shambling
old
vagrant
with nowhere
but the road
(Kerouac's)
to lie my head,
to find my peace,
to still my aching heart,
to quiet my broken soul.


The

in between,

life
and
death,
day
and
night,
dream
and
awake,

is where
I've found I am to reside.

For now at least,
enwrap me in the
soft
golden
light
of the dead life.