Home

Can you decide where home is
Until the place where you are
Becomes a little less special
Then where you long to be.
The notion of home
Stretches it's legs
And wanders elsewhere
North towards crystalline, pine-lined pools of blue

Call it home
With the same old weight
On your shoulders
Lifted for ten days every year
When the sound of cars is replaced
By wind in the boughs
Water lapping against the shore.
And you return 
Year after year
Until beauty
Sincerity
Sits with stubborn permanence
Miles and miles away