Cracked and Beautiful Mosaic

Home
is
a place
that doesn't
exist anymore
the way we remember or may
yearn for it — and anyway, people are one's true home—
tired, inscrutable, fragile, exasperating,
harder to predict than weather,
some chums, some schmucks, at
times numb, glum,
dumb, or
ho
hum.

In
their
cracked state,
weirdness, flawed
fallibility,
lies their lovability. They
are beautiful — and by the light
of this moon, they look
very much
like me
and
you.