Immigrant

Outside we learn what you know
Stumbling semblance, not in step
Green or red top for you dear
– You don’t drink milk in your tea?

Home was magicked far away
By big boots with smaller minds
It exists, though not for us
Not a place that we can find

Huddle from the storm my love
Rest your limbs in new shelter
Say you’re fine when you were not,  
When not, when not, when never

Inside our place, we are free
To take off the tattered coat
Lay the baggage of our mind
Down and dream, again, to dream.