In Search of Home (poem)

She stands with her back against the Infinite,

Her arms stretched out,

Its waves crashing on the rocks behind her,

A moment of carelessness:

Happy.

She'll be gone before the rocks,

Out to sea,

To find something,

A place to call home:

Belonging.

She'll taste sea, sky, and land,

Cross many borders,

Only to find the search over,

The question redefined:

“Where isn't home?”

Every grain of sand welcomes her,

And every drop of water,

For her home is the Infinite,

So she belongs everywhere:

The truest citizen of being.

-Zero