154. Have You Met My Home?

I’ve sat here, 

alone and afraid,

though I am still alive,

today, today, today!

And I sit upon this tree,

where the leaves are so

evergreen, I might say,

have you met my home this day?

And will you help me find it,

whoever you are?

Whether a friend or a foe,

or a troll or a gnome. 

May you help me find it,

my home? May it be

somewhere in the 

great unknown.

Or it might just be wherever 

I first misplaced it.

Or perhaps you know

as much as I do.

And now I am 

talking to myself, too.