Song of Belonging

night chants its life away
in the steely garden
of lost desire,
a foster mother rants
and pounds her gravel
fists in the boxed in
room downstairs.

you wait and plot
for the day your life
begins again and London
or Madrid or even
Omaha holds the street
of future’s home,
a gutsy clan
of real belonging

a safe surround
and fertile
field where joy
careens

is known
as your place
complete
of one well
earned
story,

and what’s best,
your serene
and very own.