Losing my balance implies that I had it once.
That the world did not tilt immediately upon my birth.
That certainty and stillness were once found, not

Lost, the way that we missed our stop on the bus in LA
and ended up miles away. Refusing to ride the bus
for long after we came back.
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Evaluate the following statement:
Home implies a place that we return to. Is home impossible?
What if home is the opposite of seeking? What if

Losing an hour of time in spring
like the split of skin in cold weather. What once flowed
smoothly, now gaps. Now without.

Reasoning about impossible crevices
my vertigo may have fallen into. Imagined cracks
in our Brooklyn apartment floors like doors for mice

To pop off, pop out of. Perhaps to dance.
Maybe they can befriend the doves cooing on the fire escape
The willpower cool beneath each pair of feet

Running to catch a D train and losing. Missing the ride.
Riding down the highway and off into a sunset the color of Moro
blood oranges. Seagulls in the sky passing pigeons

Homing their way to a time. To a place. Magnetism
and quantum mechanics and spooky action across
a distance. Even a short distance feels

The way that I miss the color of the ocean.
Rising waters and gaining degrees.
Of academic institutions. Of certainty, measuring
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How can you measure an absence? Loss implies
knowing what would have been. Countless glaciers and
species. Lives before bombs, before genocide. Living and not

Losing faith in an empire implies that I had it
once. That the state of this state was something like home.
That homing is not also a missile. 

That precision of weapons and imprecision of words
implies forgiving. Violence in evaluating people
and not just statements made for searching

Finding faith in homing to people. Homing
like the humming of a HEPA filter.
Finding each other. Seeding the garden

Growing the way that pothos does. One leaf
at a time. Creating two vines from the place where
one was cut. Something new from losing. Something

In direct defiance. Evaluate the following statement:
Finding togetherness implies that all that isn't lost is
home.

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