belonging to a constant

i tried to write poetry
to relay an immaculate abstract
materialised comfort and ease
of rock, sapling and sea

but fumbled at the outer limits
of a defect vocabulary
designed for ornaments
and not for foundations

i tried onomastic similes
the floorboards creaking
salt rustling birches
the distant rumble of tides

and the absolute impenetrable silence
when midnight stilled the flies
and heaven sighed in doldrum
for a crystal star lit while

but my scribblings shrieked
dissonant from paper
to stab my sanctuary
into dust once more

perhaps it is agoraphobia
that centers a stray origo
in shelter from clamor
this tranquil valley

perhaps origin's gravity
a focal point unknown to man
that always leads all roads
back to that one true home