A work-in-progress, life that is.

I was homeless once

No house

 no car

No dishwasher

No toilet to shit in

I was homeless once

 no dresser to put clothes in

 no walk-in closet to hide in

I was homeless once

 always on the move 

with nothing to lose

I was homeless once

And although I had no

Place to stay

No bed to sleep in

It was strange 

I felt at home in my skin

I was homeless once

Now things have changed

My skin will never be the same

With clean sheets to sleep in

And a walk-in closet to hide in

I find myself searching 

for my skin

to be homeless once again

We all have that one book

The book that turns reading into exploring

Adventuring past the words and into worlds

Usually a co-creating experience with an author we have Never met

Are you there God? It's me, Margaret.

By Judy Blume

Moved me

Displaced me

And most importantly

Connected with me

This book

Inspires passion

And articulates concerns that are concealed in a cloak of Invisibility

That is consistently

Left for the young to contemplate

To the eager reader

And

At the time of consumption

This piece of fiction can present itself

As non-fiction

 A Layered conversation occurs

Engagement offers its hand to

A sixth grader

A curious 11-year-old

With questions

Every single word demands attention

We all have that one book

When our curiosity transforms us into readers

Without it

We are just page-turners