A Homeland in my Head

Thoughts swirl in your head, in my head, my home.I cover it from the shells with my bare hands, I move it, take itwith me, shorten it into a bag, rush with it, and take refugefrom death and missiles.My home spins in my head, its details, its scent, its colorsmixed with the sunset. How can it be something ordinary whileI possess it? How can it be something ordinary when I long forit? We don't long for ordinary things. Longing signifies that apart of you is missing, not here. A part of you is in danger,incomplete, it could vanish forever at any moment, so you hide.