Homecoming

I think I have always transcended the physical realm

My mind wanders to and fro like the oceans that pour

against the Horizon and long for it to topple down.

Home is never something that is truly your

Own.

I share my 4 walls, my kitchen, my bed, with the trees,

With the waves, with the creatures that walk on all four,

Six, eight, less and more. They come and go as they please,

And when they leave I beg for their company more,

More.

It is lonely floating above the ground, head submerged

High in the clouds, never to come down and rest on the shore.

My home is not a singular body, but the current,

A nomadic wave that flows evermore,

Strong.

And I long to be one whose feet tread on ground,

Who finds comfort in a calm breeze through a door.

But my home is far from calm, the winds are treacherous,

Raging through open air and this I adore,

For;

I find no comfort in stability, I chase a constant change,

My legs continually outrun themselves wanting to explore.

I cannot find comfort in a home with four walls,

So I share my home with critters and those of uproar,

Home;

Is beyond the confines of where I rest and endure

It is where my soul enters willingly through any door.