Home. Such a precious word.
Describing far more than a place.
It is all the times and spaces
You are at ease, safe.
Where all blindfolds have been removed,
Protective Kevlar set aside,
Chuckles gurgle past the lips
And tears need not hide
Where fingers snap and feet tap
To the beat of silent songs
When there is nothing to prove
Or attain, but simply carry on
Carry on being alive
Vividly. Brightly. Aware.
Knowing this is but an exotic game
And you have the courage to meet the dare.
You search for counterfeit comfort
In strange, distant lands
Or breathlessly await the gift
from another’s hands
While all along it waits patiently within,
Constant. Consistent. Available on demand