My heart calls for home,
For the space of gentle light,
Nights where love
Comes in smells and touch -
The sounds of kitchens
And the squeeze of hugs.
My heart calls for the freedom
Of arrival in a foreign place
That in my blood, I know,
And then, I'm home.
My heart calls in my breath
To accept what and who I am,
And then speak its whisper
Now, 'Stay lit, I am, we can.'
