As Refugees
Poetry
Megan Hooper
Issue date: 2/5/10 Section: Creative Writing
Where's home for you?
You slouch and glance
sideways at the question
because it has become
a strange one.
You bundle and hunch
forward in your seat
ears taxed from the noise
because they've become
strange ones.
Sleep comes late in an
unfamiliar bed
sleep returns you to the
past, when you knew the
answer to the question,
before it was strange.
Walking comes haltingly
in an unfamiliar place.
All must be observed.
Similarities delineated.
Strange ones first.
Faces drift in and out
of familiarities,
ghosting in and out of
strange focus.
Wandering to a halt
in front of the answer
you realize,
how strange-
We are all refugees of some other place and time.
You slouch and glance
sideways at the question
because it has become
a strange one.
You bundle and hunch
forward in your seat
ears taxed from the noise
because they've become
strange ones.
Sleep comes late in an
unfamiliar bed
sleep returns you to the
past, when you knew the
answer to the question,
before it was strange.
Walking comes haltingly
in an unfamiliar place.
All must be observed.
Similarities delineated.
Strange ones first.
Faces drift in and out
of familiarities,
ghosting in and out of
strange focus.
Wandering to a halt
in front of the answer
you realize,
how strange-
We are all refugees of some other place and time.
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