I will take the universe as it is

Absorbing as much precise and raw data

Drinking coffee after midnight

Misty eyed conversation

Her moles drew a map

Right to this spot

Where she’s sighing

When Leonard Cohen wrote:

We wear our homes on our backs

Wandering, wise tortoise women

Home is wherever I can be myself

Some days that’s not a physical space

It comes on like a

Late summer thunderstorm

Making your house shake

Making your bones cold

Letting your heart break