By Audrey Alma Meyer

Home welcoming,

welcome home.

A homey welcome,

befriending my home,

Space grows larger,

grace feels greater,

outside of me,

inside of me,

WelcHome, WelcHome!

Outer quietness

and

inner distress-

They both cohabit

in this cockpit.

In confinement,

in my apartment,

parts of me

seem to be

off track.

Weeks to go?

Hoping not to crack.

A flower bouquet,

artworks,

my boy’s photos,

books and objects-

they thank me back.

I lift my eyes,

all is quiet.

The atmosphere is bright,

even when the sky turns grey,

A moment to pray.

My index finger traces

the lines of my hand.

Calm within my palm,

a soothing of the heart.

Imposed curfew,

escaping the flu,

days of seemingly rest,

trying to do my best.

Life at a full stop it seems,

plenty of time for dreams.

Greeting dawn,

greeting twilight.

And in between...

parts of me answer my plea.

Shadows appear,

demons show up as friends.

Fear, you bet?

Yet the demons give me time,

to take a demon-back ride.

Instinctual energy,

virtual insanity,

in a realm of opacity,

that will soon

turn into

transparency.

Love is a phantom

to be tamed,

and at last

to be lodged

within the heart.

Résilience, bienveillance, délivrance,

all moving toward

finding balance.

Humanness,

wholeness-

can I lift them

a few levels higher?

Yes-

to give myself time,

to give myself space,

at home,

WelcHome home.