Wondering Home

Tamiko Beyer

for k.g.

Asylum stamp’s resounding thud

Is this the moment you claim freedom?
Island of your birth, tear-dropped land
of lush, blunt hills no longer yours

You gorgeous bird—
crossing borders in flight under a dark sun 
Past the iconic lady, her torch

burning  You claim
no country, no country claims you
but this: a Brooklyn apartment, white walls,

and hanging maps of your desires
How to write the passage of your body
into memory long as the unfurling sky

The noodles your mother made
Ceiling fan’s lazy spin, dust
suspended in sunlight

Is home this number on the door?
The way your key fits into the lock?