My home

My home is a white dome
under me.
It is very quiet.
My home is a bright dome
over me.
It is very quiet.
I rest
in my domed home
in the middle of a small sea.
Me.
I am very quiet
sleeping.
The dome cracks.
The sea leaves.
I wake
cheeping.

Karla Kuskin, Moon, Have You Met My Mother?