often now i dream of home

 

not the place of coming from

nor all the places i have been

that to me were only home

through accident of being

the places my belongings were

at any given time

but not belonging

never belonging

 

home is the place

i journey to

to place my hands on rough hewn walls

to take the deepest breath

ever

sleep the deepest sleep

ever

because at last i am home

 

and when i rise

 

in sunshine

there will be sunshine

 

the land beneath my feet

will be my land

the trees i rest against

my trees

 

often now i dream of home