Dispatch #50

For the Friends...

For the Friends of a Friend Who Lost Their Home to Fire


The foundation,
          more than mortar
and stone, more than
          what rose above
it, what contained
          the days and hours
stacked to create
          a semblance of
life, of living;
          the foundation
is always what 
          remains, and that
is memory
          itself, crawling
down to the root
          of a structure
more than mortar—
          we carry it
with us; we know
          home is within—
always will be—
          even as we
were within it.