Home to mountains
home to valleys
Home to places and people
that I haven’t seen in a long time
Open arms, open hearts
Home to rivers and lakes
home to forests
Home to markets and streets
full of laughter and the familiar slang
Friends, family
Home to my younger self
home to old habits
Home to past dreams
and new adventures
Subtle changes, slight shifts
They say home is where the heart is
Well this heart is
a restless wanderer
seeking places where it loved
where it lived
How fortunate am I
to return
and settle down for a bit
in these places
and to spend time with
these people
I call home.
Every time I return to a place where I have lived for a while it feels a bit like coming home.