The Difference A Letter Makes

For so many, it is physical, locations, places,

Whether birth or not, havens of familiar faces.

Synonymous with house, a most logical simile

For crofts shared, across millennia with spectral ancestry.

For others, it is the emotional, “Where their hearts dwell”,

Whether requited or no, that rare gem for whom they fell

Who gave them spark, fire, passion, purpose, then finally tears,

Or rather who nurtured, nourished, suckled, banished all fears.

For me, it is neither place, nor her, nor him, but journey,

A peripatetic life endured without boundary.

Friends and family, faraway, so many kith and kin

Who respectfully tolerate and accept who I am.

Singly, snug, sunny, sanctuaries so safe, so secure,

Consumed inside out, discovery, my sweet paramour.

Within each, content, I lament, rejoice, ponder, wonder,

Decipher enigmas, beliefs, my lifetime of blunders.

Fellowship, a community, that sense of belonging,

Development, evolution, the climax prolonging

Until life’s epilogue lays bare values/beliefs shared.

The End. Harmony restored. Future’s promise repaired.

Wherever, whenever I recline, affixed with wry smile,

Defeating distance, winning the race, erasing the miles

Between what we imagine is that gossamer called home,

And the truth, life, love, growth, laughs, fulfillment found in a tome.