“At the end of the day, it isn’t where I came from.
Maybe home is somewhere I’m going and never have been before.”
Warsan Shire

O to find that place
Where I belong,
Where my spirit is free
And my heart at peace.
I make the best
Of where I am,
Not unaware of the beauty
In my surroundings
Or that my family's roots
Run generations deep
In these mountains;
Yet my soul yearns
When I consider old haunts
And dream of new ones,
Searching and craving for
The feel of
The welcoming earth
Beneath my feet,
And a sweet breeze
That whispers,
“Welcome home.”

c. 2025