Home Is

Home is

where I rest

and rekindle

the energy

the world burns

‘til there’s only enough

to crawl back

over the threshold

and lick my wounds.

Home is

where my kindred souls,

human

and nonhuman,

let me be

as I am

‘til I’m whole once more.

Home is

where I lie still

for hours,

days, weeks,

doing nothing,

then work

in sleepless frenzy

‘til things are done,

and the cycle

begins anew.

Home is

where I face the world

at a distance

through buffers

‘til I summon the strength

to venture out again.

Home is healing.

Home is love.

Home is home.