Home

I am at home 

where the sea shimmers,

mountains scrape the sky

or sand dunes shift 

across the earth.

–

My soul was a bird once

do birds have homes like we do?

a fixed sense of place

perhaps an aroma, a memory,

a history.

–

Could “home” also rest

in movement,

the breeze on my face

and an abiding sense 

of peace?

–

Home can be carried

everywhere;

we hold the balance

between wind, water and earth

in open palms.

–

Jennifer Rice