Home or Hiraeth

They say home is where the heart is;

& my heart started off as a tenant

There was not a space I owned;

Just space, with no limits

When my heart was evicted the first time and I was left watching seconds turn to minutes

I started seeing hours turn to days

With weeks going by at a pace that could compete to be in Guinness

Home, to me, means more than a place to rest

& the route to home is sometimes more than just counted steps

THē winds of the road and wind seem to coalesce

Especially when you’re blind to the turns, and not prepared to be out of breath

Home is where the heart is,

but the neighborhood is called love

In a city call devotion

Between the state lines of what is and what was

You see, where you reside might change, but home will remain

because it’s less about the structure

as much as is it what’s inside and how it’s arranged