So it begins...

an explanation:

Because my home isn't contained within four walls
or a physical address.

I find home when I close my eyes
and get lost in a song.

I find home
in my mother's icing
my father's singing
a friend's hug.

I find home
within the words in a book
and a smile across the room.

I am undefined.
I am clueless.
I am hopeful.

And it took me awhile to realize that
where I belong
is in my own skin.

And I am constantly searching
not for a place

but for a moment that seems
somewhere like home.