Caribou

What is home?

An innocuous, cliched beginning.

Yet, over the last year the definition has changed immensely.

Home became everything. Workplace, entertainment center, school, family gathering place, birthing place, fitness center, therapy office, sick bed, and so much more.

Home became frantic, anxious, and exhausting.

Outside factors invaded the home, forever changing its dynamic.

No longer was home the resting place after work

The escape from school

What we knew as home became a hub, and everyone was there all the time.

Home is escape

Home is the space where you forget.

Home is the moment the anxiety relents.

Home is the shore of Lake Superior in the early morning. Sunrise dancing over the water like fireflies.

Home is when Fiona sings about the bolt cutters and I feel free.

Home is my baby's laughter, shrieking through the living room.

Home is a pot of curry after a slog of fried junk.

Home is the moment after love as you lie next to each in bliss.

Home is the piece of candy found in coat pocket after a long day.

Home is an idea.

It is an idea that we are forgetting over time.

It is a space we are all seeking

And struggling to find.

The entrance is fortified with life's woes

But the woes are tired too.

Tired of keeping me at bay

Give them rest and they let me inside easily.