LIKE  HOME

Home, we’re all longing for home ….

To keep moving till homesickness

like an iceberg is well behind us.

It didn’t sink us. We have arrived.

This is me. This is my place.

We take off our shoes. We’re laughing.

We’re in a favorite chair, Alone or with

others - we’re with each other. We know:

this is it. In the meanwhile we fake it.

We look like we know. Then a moment

happens. It’s then we know. We know

we are at home. We will endure.

© Andy Costello, Reflections 2018