the hermit and his home

A Poem

By Juwayriya Bemath

where do i belong?
within calcified echo
behind this patterned guise
do i really?
where do i fit?
inside the spiralling shell I’ve taken
solitude winning out over lonesomeness
do i really?
 
what happens when i grow?
far too large now
i simply gather my bearings
and find a new place to call my own
do i really?
— homes adapt
and if they cannot
my place is really
wherever i find myself,
wherever i plant myself firmly —
my safehouse is wherever
i recognize my own scalded flesh under my shell,
wherever i choose
be it in cosy homeliness
or stark, biting hermithood
                              — i belong
                                                really.