Our home is a dovecote.
There is space to let.
We are here for temporary, indeterminate stays.
Passing through
at the end of days.
Each of us isolated in a body, an assemblage of identity,
a self-contained cabinet of curiosity.
All of us together, on our home planet
always facing the inevitable end.
Each of us has a key
to perceive infinity
and to open
portals
of play
and hope
and mystery.
