A Solid Where

Sometimes
home feels like
defrosting after
leaving an air-condition-soaked coffee bar
at ten at night.

But other times
it feels like
lung shattering
crisp, icy
air.
Shocking your body
into alertness.

Often, other times,
it feels like gardens
and gardens
of bright yellow daffodils,
happy and overflowing.

Or old swimming pols
with torn up bottoms
that scratch up
your soft, wet toes.

9/9/2015
Riley Welch