Day 271: Finding Home

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i am always puzzled and delighted
by the ways and hows
i find home.

it’s this fleeting,
flooding,
overwhelming

yes

of belonging
that surges forward from my
recesses
to my senses

and always in the most surprising moments –

and when i’m not thinking about “home” at all –

 

while i purchase a rug,
or smell the scented ghosts of yesteryear
that haunt the strange shops i pop into,
or accidentally sit in just the way
i sit when i’m safe
and forget to be afraid
for a time.

then a spate of home
comes rushing in like a deluge
of comforts
and nourishments
and secret held treasures
from my father to me.

 

but what a fleeting glee.

 

for no walls contain it.
no control retains it.

 

home,

like sunsets
and shooting stars
and perfect harmonies
and genuine laughter
and romantic love
and gentle rains

and

the

perfect

word,

 

is that allusive
soul spectre
and precious phantasm
that reminds me
only
of what i miss
and strive to finally find

in the end.

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