it was after leaving california that i was first confronted by the idea of home. it took the loss of a home to find its maning all over again. i am sentimental
THESE ARE THE HOMES THAT I HAVE FOUND in the bleeding sky of vienna the oak trees on lombard suburbia at twilight: all v a s t and e m p t y and t e n d e r i have found a home between the ranges of the rocky mountains, in the rise and fall of our ascension into clouds. home is in turkish sunsets captured from airport windows, in all the drunken cab rides you take back into yourself between white petals of flowers in july hanging off branches of naked trees and empty trees in december.
home is made of the things that make you feel
most at peace, most in love, most in pain. most alone. most human.
i have found a home in the places i've been, the people i've met. the pictures i've taken, the paintings i've made, the poems i've read, the poems i've written, in words to be said and left unsaid. you can say that home is just a feeling, or just a concept, but home is both the escape from and the journey back into yourself. home is who you are.
and you, where is your home?