“HOME,” authored 1995

That point from which all other points are measured,

By choice or accident evolved,

Defines ourselves, and doing so excludes

All those who are not thereby of our kind.

Instead, imagine all the world our hearth,

The skies, earth, seas not sub divided.

Make obselete the fence and garden gate,

And love that’s circumscribed by hate.

Stripped free from cultures, languages and creeds,

Our passion grayed to tolerance,

We have no goals beyond our shared existence,

As holding hands we tiptoe to our graves.