Why do you ask this?
Prompting me to end
on a sad note.
Since the accident,
since leaving Viet Nam,
the difficult sojourn with my sister,
the surgeon-inflicted injury –
there is no place
no at home
to be in.

This body
trusty capable helper
a battlefield of repeated assault.
Heart and mind
bruised
lost.
So much to re-learn;
how and who to be
in a re-imagining world.

But there is this:
the gentle rise and fall
of breath
nourishing, sustaining
befriending
In stillness or flurry,
constant
Connecting me
with all of creation

This,
this is where I am most
at home.