Home,
I often wonder
Where is.
For I found it
Often everywhere,
And nowhere at all.
Under a big slide in the evening
When I was little,
With pebbles and dust
Home, was easy to make.
I found it in teacups, in long drives
Sitting right behind the driver to avoid eye contact and
Hot showers before dinner to skip time.
"Why are seas so loud and so quiet at the same time?"
I'd often think and make home out of the endless sand at the beach.
You didn't ask me why I was quiet or shy
When I met you.
Maybe you understood my awkwardness, somehow.
But it's nice to drink tea quietly
Even with people around,
And that felt like home.
My apartment is walls but
I have corners I call home.
I often wonder,
How lonely I'd be without pebbles, art, hot showers and the loud rumbles of the quiet sea.
Or just a while in the morning light with you and black tea,
At home.