I live in a place that’s quiet, yet outspoken.
I dwell in a space that is a moment unspoken.
It’s a time chosen.

Where the mortgage is paid and
the taxes are free.
Where I seldomly get visitors,
which is fine with me.

I’ll take the cracks in its surface
and appreciate their beauty.
This has been my home.
Where I don’t choose him or them.
Where I chose me.
It’s when I’m alone
and oftentimes at peace.