Elsewhere is the place
I mostly want to be
The word I utter most often
The thought I hold up front
Here is all the ruin
and the whip snap of the storm
The broken glass in a bare foot
The dawning sense of wound
Elsewhere is the house
I wish was still standing
Open or closed as needed
Insured and strong and mine
Here is what I want to say
I have missed the train to elsewhere
The wait for the next one is so long
I don’t know if I can stay here
Dark Matter 