Home is now debatable.
Is it the nest? Is it what you know
You knew? And is it through
Or do we keep it alive?
Is it the 4 or 5 that stayed
That wait
For those that went away?
Or the phone calls every day
Or every other?
Is it the time since last month’s break,
Or the countdown til next summer?

How many minutes does it take
Before the phone lines start to break
And the miles start to ache
And take
Our minds to where we’ve traveled?
And is the traveling in the staying here,
Even through weeks and months and years?
Are we “away” in day to day living?

Or is the vacation part Thanksgiving?

When going back becomes a trip,
We pack to go, and “home” might slip
And every shock makes it harder to admit
We’re becoming comfortable.

Look, I’m not saying that I’m letting go.
It’s just debatable,

You know?