Home is so much bigger than it used to be,
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,
June 28, 2015