Home

Home
Is not where you are from
Home
Is belonging; being understood

Home
Is where you are not a stranger
Home
Is womb

And birth
Is eviction
Ousted, we are born
Homeless

Thereafter we wander
All through our lives
Across wilderness
Seeking home

In eyes, smiles, or words
In market, in numbers
Or in oblivion
Often in vain

Life is
A longing
A message
Without address

Love is
Homecoming
Lover is
Home

But embrace is rare
And fleeting
Out in the cold
We live a life homeless

Out of place
Out of time
Out of tune
Like genius, or mere misfit

A noise, an annoyance
Like a foreign language
Restless
In a bed well-made

For no builder builds home
Home is not made by builders
Or governments
Or matrimony

Home
Is serendipity
Is a divine blessing
Or a necessary delusion