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POETRY
Belonging
I do not have anywhere
where I belong,
no person,
no home,
I seem more neighbor
to ancestor and angels
than to kin.
I never belonged in my
childhood home,
I retreated
to books, to school
where I put on plays
wrote a humor column
VP of class, had close friends.
I don’t know to whom I belong.
I’ll look in the mirror,
I will know.
I belong to the one
who made my eyes
and to who sees them
and hears them.
to the sparkle
that lets me know
I’m alive
in this moment, blessed, so blessed.
I belong to you, my friends
and strangers and clients,
you may have my heart,
too.
