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Home is so much bigger than it used to be,

now.

 

The plane touches down and part of my soul

is granted the peace of knowing that it is back

to where it started.

 

But what about yesterday?

What happens to the people I met

in an across-the-country-state

where the sun blooms in hills I never knew

until the wind blew my body in their direction?

 

My mind followed.

 

Memories will remain stuck to me like paint to a wall

I never wish to scrub off, that I never want to fade

the students’ faces, teammates’ voices,

my roommate’s laugh.

 

They were, are, my best friends,

just as sun and moon follow the lake

their reflections will change, but not disappear.

 

I close my eyes, open them with what seems like an answer

to the age old question, “Why are we here?”

 

We are here to expand our love in all directions,

wherever the wind takes us, wherever our soul lead us

we are one soul, after all.

 

I can sing of home, we can howl to the moon

praying to see the sun another day–

when light, all along, was right in front of us,

forever homebound.

 

June 28, 2015