Home

Home

Wherever I go,

I take with me a home

that I don’t need to tow;

It’s mind and heart and bone.

Every minute I discover

things I hadn’t seen before,

like my love for home no other

but my own in which I lodge.

My home’s lungs breathe

sweet air full of nothing.

All doors open like teeth-

waiting for a bite of something.

My home has broad windows,

draped by honey curtains.

Surrounding my home white billows

bring graceful wisdom rains.

Its roofs contoured with gold

shine in the rich sunlight.

The home you behold

with walls colored with cream

and blossoms on the window sills,

is a structure of its own;

lovely and full of dreams.