Where is home?

I've reached the shore,

sank my toes in the sand.

Tried to claim it as my land,

but the wind came.

I dug my fingers through the cliffs,

touched the heavens.

I have taken a step back.

I have been within,

I have been without.

I never make it to home.

Is home real?

Saw the frigidity of buildings,

the free flow of meandering.

I'll give my back to the world

as I turn to you.

I want to travel your mind.

The lagoons that your gaze foster.

Your laugh as eloquent as the soft crashing of waves.

Only then do I comet to remember that home is a feeling.