Perhaps

A quiet inquisitiveness
Will come
And erase
The chatter in my mind

Perhaps
I will think with my heart
In a flickering of love,
Maybe I have already
without noticing it

Perhaps
A kind of faith
That is much like
Imperfect be
It’s sister, Love,
Will believe in my heart.

Perhaps my eyes,
While looking at
The stars through
The hope of science,
Will see their meaning

Perhaps I will hope
For a good meaning
To my messy home,
This earth, the place
Of my birth,

I know I love
My home, even
The mess that it is.
Messes can be fixed.
It is my home.