You Count On It, A Home Poem by Zyw Zywa

You Count On It, A Home



I sleep on this couch because
at home, it doesn't go right now
you know it happens

My friends do
what they can
they help me

Not so much to help me
but as the answer
to my unspoken question

Of course
things are changing
and of course

I am still safe
here, together, here
in this house

is my safe square, a bed
here are their hands, reaching
to my hand

Friday, September 3, 2021
Topic(s) of this poem: friendship
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
After 'The square' (2017, Ruben Ostlund) --- Collection 'Without reserve'
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