Home

There is nothing safer

Than the flecks of gold in his eyes

Nothing untold in the words

falling from his lips

Nothing else I've found

That describes home so fully

Not the feeling of shutting the car door

and letting silence fold in

Not the confines of my own skin

Not the faded and tattered Welcome mat

Before each sound proof door

Since moving around from house to house

Across the world and back again

I only just realized home

Is not a pile of bricks with an entryway

It is in his arms

His lips

His smile