Finding Home

Finding Home


We come
from different directions
along barefoot pathways,
asphalt highways
(that burn the soles of our feet)
gravel roads
(leaves, grey with dust,
the only color,
stop signs and billboards).

Clouds from cars
visible for miles
as they approach,
as they leave us behind.

We seek direction
on the path
where we become
what we were meant to be.

Different stars
shine upon us.
Unlearning is difficult;
simplicity, our goal.

Hearts opened
we will know the actions to take.
The rewards will be ours.
We will find our home.