so this is a home:
honey-wood hallways embraced
by frames & family, blinking
moon of lamplight
warmed by laughter
winking babies on the wall
passing by click after click —
vignettes of childhood
kaleidoscoping
into a still-motion movie:
bike trips along the erie canal
summers lazing around skaneateles
ski&board expeditions on
the next mountain over
again & again & again —
i half-expect to find
my own childhood peeking
from around the corner,
tattered monkey squinting at me
from a restless dream
nostalgia drifting in
from the fireplace &
between each preschool art coaster
preserved like they’re crafted by
the next Da Vinci
idling engine left on the gravel
driveway leaving a day’s work
at the back door
& a kiss on each cheek
— just like they show in the movies.
so this is home:
breakfast nook built by
father’s intentions, an act that says
“and so it is”, time and time again
tripping over itself in declaration
a brother’s heart captured
in brushstrokes, glasswork pumpkins
the sister brings home each fall,
wedding photos & the vows
that never stop saying i do.
i can’t stop thinking about how
all of this is some sort of small
miracle, the way each tree
planted for the each of you
stands tall in the harsh winters
the quiet strength weathering
heartache & inevitable change
blooming shade in sticky summers
& sweetness dribbling down your chin
— life, in its own way, unlike any other.
everywhere i turn
all i can do is look & look
& look. how wonderful it must
be to feel this kind of safety:
to know you will never stop
returning to a place
where love is always waiting.