This place called home poem

First there is now
I know not what next will be
Was it ever so?
I wander into place called home
I sense my connection to all
There I’m lifted, expanded
Knowing well I may not know
And I will
Ah the wonder of this place called home

Skye Hirst 3/18/20

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