A snap hung crooked on the walla chipped terracotta figurine,
an old, dented enamel bowl
a bit of batik, a pashmina shawl
a good luck charm in aquamarine -
a few knick-knacks left scattered aroundas the sands and winds have spun
their own fine scarves, batiks of sounds,
tracery of shawls on the ground.
Home is just a talisman.