Home is not a person nor a place

It isn’t the brick-walled villa or your grandparents’ face

Home is time.

It’s summer in Tehran, Vernal Equinox in Iran

Home is Heidelberg in autumn bloom

It’s Weinhachtsmarkts under a full moon

Home’s a Florida winter at nine-o-nine

When his ebony locks stole this mama heart of mine

Home is Modena’s July downpours

It’s Thanksgiving weekend on Miami’s shores…

So no, home is not here, nor there, nor everywhere

Home is not him, it isn’t them, nor is it her

It is now, it’s tomorrow, ‘tis then

Home is us, when…