Lucie A.Dans le cadre de la nouvelle version de Voyages et Vagabondages, il y aura de nouveaux textes qui apparaîtront, de la poésie, des récits, de la fiction, de l’autofiction et même peut-être de la science-fiction, en lien avec le voyage, l’appartenance, l’identité, l’ancrage, la transformation, la guérison.
J’avais envie d’ouvrir officiellement cette nouvelle section, avec un poème sur l’ancrage, l’appartenance, la notion de maison, qui a été fortement impactée par mes années de voyage et de nomadisme et mon manque d’ancrage intérieur.
J’ai écris ce poème, Stardust, il y a presque un an, dans le cadre d’une compétition sur la notion de maison, de « Home ». Il est en anglais et trouvera peut-être sa forme française dans le futur, mais j’avais tout de même envie de vous le partager. Je suis sûre qu’il parlera aux âmes voyageuses et nomades, aux âmes perdues et retrouvées.
This poem was written for a poetry competition on the theme of « Home », during Fall 2021. I hope it will speak to travelling and nomadic souls, to lost and found souls.
Bonne lecture. Happy reading!
Stardust – 17.09.2021
Pieces of me, flying, blown away, soaring…
Aching masks and artifices.
Particles. Dust. Sparks. Shattered to the wind, to the waves, to irony.
I am nowhere to be found. My shadow lingers ///
Jolt me out. Wake me up. Explode. Explore.
Forward. Onward. Backwards. Skyward. Wayward!
I’m a soul without a home.
A feather without a bird.
A leaf without a tree.
Dropped in a land I don’t understand.
I left. I ran away. I searched the world.
For a home, for meaning, for belonging.
And I found lagrimas and stiches in
thousands of countries, cities, beds… coastlines…. Islands. Inlands. Forest. Clearings.
And I found embraces, soft kisses, light touches and smiles.
Goodbyes, rages, tears, shoves and despair.
Road bumps and road signs. A yearning.
Here, there, stay, leave, over there, maybe there, there. More, further, never.
A reckoning. A recognition. A resonance.
Hope, if only for an instant. A promise.
Was it you I was searching for all along?
Was this meant to be?
Push me out. Freak me out. Call me away. Away, away, away ///
The sweet whisper and awe of futures, maybes, possibilities…
A home away from home. And yet, I only see the away. In bright / bold / light.
I’m a soul with no anchor.
Bilingual, multicultural, nomad, escapee. Not by design; by choice. Nature versus culture.
I built myself homeless, rootless, anchorless. Reckless!
Is it too late to undo… to build a home, to let the less disappear, slip away, elude me?
Eternal chameleon, shapeshifter, who am I under changing colours?
I fit in perfectly. I merge with your culture. I understand, breathe your language.
I mimic sounds, resonances, attitudes.
I belong in a flurry of flashes. My mirror shatters.
I am everyone. And yet, I am no one.
I’m a soul without roots.
And there is no ground to anchor them in.
Follow the astrocartography lines.
I’m meant to be here. And here. And there. And there too.
A feather flies in the solace of Patagonia.
A chime kindles and tickles in the warmth of a Japanese forest.
A dot on a map, an energy on the other side of the world, imagined stories, the possibility of you.
Pull me in, pull me out, pull me through ///
My home is away. My future is home. My now is home too.
Time stops, flickers, expands.
It all is now. Past, present, future. All at once, in a magical mess and chaos.
I am time. I am love. I am home.
I belong nowhere. I belong everywhere.
Meaning is nothing. Meaning is everything.
I have no anchor, no roots, no home. And everywhere is my home.
Home is within.
I’m a soul with no limits.
Stardust. Bird. Tree. Sparkle. Light.
Universe is home. I choose what home is.
And today, now, my home is this:
A few words and worlds sprinkled on a page. Piano rhythms in my ear. Flowers on my coffee table. Warm gulps of tea. A cloudy and rainy Scotland. Shivers and messages from my intuition. My sweaty body in a yoga tree pose. The chatter of my friends. And possibilities of you. Of me…
And tomorrow? Tomorrow is today.
My home is here. Right here. Right now.
My home is me.
My home is you.
My home is us. My home is infinity. My home is the universe. Beyond. Between. Within.
And in the stars, I see reflections. Black holes and quantum leaps.
I’m a soul without limits.
Pieces of me. The whole of me. The whole of us.
Home is whole.
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