AT HOME I am proneon the carpet: eyes closed, muscles tight strings. Depression clouds; the sumof my worth —           zeros lining the horizon. Taps drip, a huntsman                       runs under the table,           earth spins. The bed-clothes call Come back.I am a bird-manin a warm nest. Later I rise,a body vast with longing,           but breathe deeply, trust                       a vista is just ahead […]