It has been many breaths, many moons, many shooting stars and lightning bursts
but I am home. Not in the sense of
a structure or wooden frame, not in the sense of dinner table conversations,
or family movie nights, or landscaped lawns. Home in the
idea of the word, in the comfort in my heart
and understanding in my veins.
I am back and ready for a year of light and love,
a year of glimmering home in the shadowy corners,
a year of chances and make-believe.