Home takes you back
to context, where the
contest does not ask
do you belong?
you sit and it's okay.
While home's a place
with grace and lace
word begets its goods;
at a nod, a murmured
god, prayer to
gravity.
Would a home
fit in a tome?
Would it sit
a page?
Can an artist
paint the walls
to show the warmth,
the breeze?
Winds may blow
with snow in tow
but home stands
up to all.