The Last Hearth by EL Kamaal
Everywhere I go is home. So, by sleeping and waking
And dining, and watering my body into growth,
I am moving toward a home.
And the most interesting thing about moving is
You can do it more than once,
But the kind of home I am moving to is not
Because it's both endless, eternal and eventual.
Because becoming a memory is a home reached
By growing tall as a tree, or by not growing at all.
At last, sleeping deep is the moving of everywhere
We try to reach, to the gust of sand.
november 15th, 2020EL Kamaal is a Nigerian poet, and writer. His recent works have appeared or forthcoming from Clover and White, Global Poemic, Lumiere Review, Window Facing Window Review, Cathartic, Boleman Bridge Review, Cultural Weekly, and elsewhere. He was shortlisted for the Alpine Fellowship Academic Writing Prize 2020.