Homes

I am not a wanderer or voyager, seeking endless new. I seek roots, a home, nourishing and wrapping.

My home now is the city
of my ancestors' streets and houses, ashes and bones.
Here I have knit a life, nesting,
deepening, cords binding.

But I still think of my first home,
the city where there’s always something to do,
where the world comes to us,
where every community gathers.
It blazes and sings in me,
aligned inside me,
in a way that no other place ever will.