THE MAN FROM GOD KNOWS WHERE

I come from
nowhere

that you'd know

the name lost
in its pronunciation.

All the houses
that were homes

I walk through empty air

a living ghost

recreating an architecture
of remembering

from this nothing that is
left.

My home is
my sister's laughter

as night is falling
in 1963.

My home is
my father's singing

softly through snowflakes
MY LAGAN LOVE.

My home now
my mind

drifting through time

as memory flowers
into being

& I am
once again

this me
made new.

I'm the man
from God knows where

a dandelion seed
taking to the air.