there once was a light that shined
through gray, in a fog, in a prison.
it didn’t know it was in a prison.
to the light, it was home

security, pleasure
where it had all that it needed,
where it was content.
see? we don’t know what’s in the heart

or mind of another - 
what is a home? what is contentment?
perception may be entirely in our own head
and a light too bright for us to comprehend.