The Gift Of Homelessness Poem by leonard daranjo

I lost my way but
I pressed on
Through forbidding darkness

Your love
took me home;
your love
made me homeless

I mistook the fruit
for the tree;
the planets
for the force behind them

I waited
but the dichotomy
of divisiveness,
exuded a perverse madness
- a debilitating sense
of existentiality

The shadows lengthened
like the grandiose pillars
of ancient architecture

I counted the stars
- around two hundred and fifty of them
was all I could manage
Their taciturnity
left me cold,
bereft of the desire
to reconnect

Your love,
terrible though it was
and momentarily
impoverishing too,
was not a bad thing

I learned
never to mistake the journey
for the destination