Gaza, Fires and More

Homes made in tents 
- drapes, pots and books -
Streets of them.

Homes resolute in rubble
- no windows -
Under thick dust.

We all want a home
-  a tent or bombed building -
We nest from the scraps.

A cyclone, tornado, flood
- the pieces rearranged -
We still see our home.

What when home is reduced 
- to ash -
stone and iron remnants?

We return when we can
sift through the thick grey
masks on
work out where the bedroom