Not My Home Poem

 

NOT MY HOME

I’m camping here and my tent is strong

Though no tent ever lasts for long

But this is not my home

The zip may jam, the canvas sags

The wind has ripped some parts to rags

But this is not my home

The seams leak – the ropes fray

The tarp tears and pegs give way

But this is not my home

I expect the storm and the bleaching sun

I know I AM – I am not alone

And my wearing tabernacle sighs

But this is not my home

Copyright © Jason Horsler

11/11/2022