Friday, March 25, 2011

Home

Really, what is home? Four walls, a collection of memories,
a soft place to land. At times, its edges sharply contrast
its soft perches.
A canvas, twinged with, and housing shadows of the past, creating
the future.

A place of
comfort, yes,
and pain.
Of all life's intricacies.

Beyond the structure of walls, floors
furniture on which to rest,
home parlays into our being.
A contradiction--a place to flee,
a place to return.
To arrive.
To be.

To start the day and
to set down the day,
your things,
your thoughts.
A new life.
A trance of expectations, met and forgotten.
A folding of laundry,
of ideals,
of traditions.

Mittens, snow covered
drying by the radiator.
Beach bags filled with half-full SPF 50 and
grains of sand.

Stories of fallibility and success sunken into
rafters and worn wood floors. Varied, shifting, dark, light and warm.
Wherever I am. Yes. Now is home. Does each past moment inhabit
a support beam, a concrete foundation,
a beloved painting?

Do new moments wait in the dust-bunny filled corners?

A long embrace,
a birthday celebrated,
a phone call answered.
Lives created,
hurts tumbled with their apologies,
soaring gratitude.
Bandaids and meals shared.
Reverberations of doors slammed,
equilibriums restored.

Open wine bottles and intimacies
recorded by the flickering warmth of the
candle light.

At times, confining, others comforting.
Home.
The embrace of familiar scents,
the embrace of lithe bodies once pudgy.

An echo chamber of words, hopes, fears, questions, dreams, detours.

Home.

6 comments:

Kelly Miller said...

"To start the day and
to set down the day"

I think this line resonated with me most. Love this rumination on how central, and intrinsic, our homes are.

ayala said...

Home our sanctuary. Love the way you wrote this. Knowing you from your writing, I think home is where the ones you love are. Sweet.

Christa said...

Oh this is good, Denise! Just really good.

Thank you.

XOXO

Aidan Donnelley Rowley @ Ivy League Insecurities said...

Just gorgeous.

Rudri Bhatt Patel @ Being Rudri said...

Lovely Denise. I read in a book recently that "Home is where you are wanted the most." This poem and that line has been resonating with me this week.

Dana Udall-Weiner said...

Home is all those things, those contradictions and those glaring inconsistencies. Beautiful poem, Denise. Your words convey such vivid images.