Painting by Konrad Biro

The Art of Being Able

I survive by belonging nowhere.

If family is a quaint theory 

for the under-privileged,

then why should I care?

I survive by 

belonging nowhere.

I will be land;

not region or country,

not city or town.

I will be land, sky-bound,

I swear.

I survive by 

belonging nowhere.

I’ll live in two places,

both here and there.

That way no one

will pin me down,

nor bother to care.

I survive by

belonging nowhere.

I am all eyes 

descending a stare.

How else am I to fare?

If you were a snowman

formed out of thin air,

you too would survive by 

belonging nowhere.

With no such thing

as endurance in time, 

made no less true 

by becoming aware,

I prefer the floor over a chair.

Still I survive

belonging nowhere.

I learned to love

in increments of loss,

not knowing that grief

was the price 

of the cost.

In that I expect I’m not so rare.

I will survive by 

belonging nowhere.

April 22nd, 2021