humans are silly, silly creatures -
we need this, that, the other -
oxygen and purpose
and other such silly, silly features.
we love being exactly
where we're not supposed to -
making home in ice, in fire,
in the depths of the earth,
even goddamn space,
and everything else
that we're fundamentally opposed to.
call us stubborn or rebellious,
or just plain crazy -
humans love to declare their residence
in places where Nature
might have been especially lazy.
all we do
is throw flowers on a table,
set in the middle of nowhere
and call it home,
and then we concoct a new fable -
so other homes may feel less alone.