Fly Away Home.

Home is where I turn my weary head
when work is done
to rooms where I'm important
where people wrap their arms around
and call me loved.

Home is where I once was small
and left my fears outside
where bones and mind grew safely
where rain wet clothes were stripped
and eyes were closed in bathtubs.

It's where before I breathed this air
I must have been,
at least in someone's perfect dream,
before substantial in this world,
... belonging to another.

And after I have left this place
and the ones who make me rooted here
and made it so familiar
and let me fit into
their all embracing dance
I shall fly away
.....home.