we hang on to the tilted edge
of what we know of home—
and all things safe,
for we find little safety
in a wider world filled
with all manner of grief
men serve up to other men.
Surely this isn’t the country
in which I was born.
Even the sky is different—
clouds that once held dreams
now drift away, leaving holes for the stars
to fall through.
From "Holding Tight To Gravity's Tail", ©2010
Lorraine Merrin