The boxes have yet to be unpacked
and I haven't time to do the dishes.
I cannot yet get used to the light
And the air that smells of water
grasshoppers and lake dwelling fish.
The curtainless windows are unknown to me
the settling sounds of the house are strangers
begging entrace into my consciencness
Still I am not lost here
Though I have not yet found
the rhythm of the days and weeks
I'm home but have not yet found my way home.
I think I'll finally arrive where I'm standing
Tomorrow.
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