Home is…
the place where your mosaic heart falls apart
and sorts itself back together
while you’re getting sorted
into your Hogwarts House.
That LED screen has become a portal
transporting you to every adventure
you were too scared, or resources
too scarce to grant you access to.
House spiders keep the pests away,
except on the World Wide Web, but
we have filters for that…
Sepia hue showcases nostalgia
in warm saturation, as memories
flicker like channels on the TV
you never watch anymore.
Instead favoring YouTube
background ambiance, figuring jazz
notes will seep in to satiate
your humble humdrum existence.
Still, most days you feel
the Queen, not wanting for anything
that’s naught but a couple of clicks away
from arriving today, tomorrow,
or at most the next day.
Surrounded by carefully curated
vintage charm and crafted ingenuity
invented by someone on the other side
of an ocean you have no desire to cross
Instead musing in this museum of more
than just enough.
While everyone else seems insistent
upon bustling and hustling, burning
to husks of ambitious ambivalence,
you're curled up warm in your bed,
with burly book
and toasty cup of tea.
That is,
if you’re anything
like me.
~ H•E•R ~