Home Concepts

Home is a life vest...

Home is a life vest 
carrying you through the jet stream 
pulling you upward.

It’s a language barely known,
days lost in tall grasses,
shared rock, 
a pen, this poem.

A place, a thing, an action.

It’s a space you fill with your breath
a warm channel, feeding a cold ocean
a notebook full of burned pages, ash on my fingers
it’s your face when I’ve made you laugh
it’s grooving to the best tune I’ve heard in weeks.

Home is scrying into a fish
blue scales mirroring a silly little face
I forgot was mine.

A new season 
where my heart’s mechanic 
can retire.

Where is home
if it’s not here?