Home

They say I might be home in my own body
That wherever I am
Here I am
At home
But that's now how it feels
When I'm so far afield
That I can no longer smell my fields
So what's one to do
When people are oft askew
Geographically misaligned
Against maps that must be climbed
Perhaps I could pay
A person a day
To travel to the place I live
Or maybe convince
Without even a wince
The whole crew to come my way
For rather than weddings
Where all gather in brief
I'd like to be married each day
To my home
And my friends
Consecrated and combinated
Under the eyes of all
In real space
In this park
On my porch
Where no one buys plane tickets or drives
Because we all live next door
And our lives
Are woven together
In work
And play
And rest
And days
Towering over each other
From open windows
On sidewalks
At home