We’ve moved a lot in the last few years and some of it has been crapTastic — like the first place on our relocation saga that we spitefully referred to as the Cat Pee House. Ick. In three years we lived in two rentals and three owned homes.
When I drive all about the countryside to get a glimpse of my home and I turn the zoom lens opposite, I cannot capture contours of what makes blue metal an actual-factual home.
Home has always been the people & the woods & the pastures & the meal table & the place where we hang our clothes – all the things that make us feel whole.
has a lot to do with where we hang our clothes –
on our bods, dangled from waist
zipped at the hip
Home has a lot to do with where we’ve left-
our scattered matters.
the fine folks at TweetSpeak Poetry
by means of a recent Photo Play prompt.