Home is where you always are
no matter what the weather
or who the bartender is.

Home is always inside you;
you don’t need an apartment
but you’ll be more comfortable that way.

Look for your skeleton keys 
(you dropped them on the driveway) 
and pull away the curtain 
so your shadow can see the light.

It’s not a space
it’s not a place
it’s acceptance of self.

Home in on your self.

Hook up your trailer 
to the heavy axel in your heart;
take a drive through those times
you forgot to set free.

You’re home now

what a lovely place to be.