Two short stanzas, and a lot of unease packed into them. The title, "Unhoused," sets the tone: the speaker has no shelter, or at least no settled place to belong. The first lines twist that idea into a paradox. There is "no home where / I find my home." Read one way, the speaker can only feel at home in places that aren't really homes, somewhere unconventional or unstable. Read another way, wherever they look for a home, they find nothing there. The line break after "where" makes the sentence hang for a moment, as if the speaker is searching.
Then comes the sudden, cold image: "a well / of ice." A well usually promises water, life, something to draw up and drink. Here it is frozen, so what should nourish is locked away. The mood is bleak and hollow, but also very quiet. The poem doesn't complain or explain. It leaves us with the feeling of reaching for comfort and finding it out of reach, which makes the loneliness feel all the sharper.