UNKNOWN HAVEN

Home is where your heart is, Says the say: Your heart in a place; A person in it; Your art.

What happens if, Unlike blessed Odysseus, Im doomed not to reach my harbour, Not even in ten years? There would be Neither Grace nor Moirae

But what if, Like an eternal Odysseus, My heart is condemned to wander, From shore to wrong shore, At the mercy of unruly winds?

Weaving and un-weaving The thread of my destiny, Until I arrived.

So fate itd be To have a misplaced heart,

Is it true that my soul Could be under the curse Of never finding its dwelling In any anchorage under the sun? Shall I be sentenced To pilgrimage endlessly, on blistered feet, In blank existence? For law and spirit; path and essence May never match.

In a misplaced shore. Body as a casket for an arid soul. And home would only be... ...a place in Hades abode.

Lisa Torcato 21.06.2010