Where My Heart Is
I drive this highway more often than I can say.
As I glance at the blue sky filled with brilliant cotton clouds,
I wonder if I truly belong here.
The evergreen and aspen covered mountains surround me.
I am encircled with beauty and love.
But it's difficult to determine.
Can I really call this place mine?
Sitting in this circle with you,
Reading words from a page.
Surrounded by black fabric, gray walls, gray floor,
I look at the empty chairs in the House,
And my gaze lifts toward that magic box.
My soul is filled
With an overwhelming sense of wonder and elation.
As I recognize - this is home.
(July 24, 2015)
