When you speak of home
I wonder what you picture now

sweet-scented Kentucky spring
laughing as we drive past fields of cows,
baking cookies, making puns
sitting on the couch as dad teaches you
chords and harmony

or is home campus and a world
of cement and carefully chosen dorm gear, a picture
your life is painting,
sitting on the floor in late-night conversation
and young adults who only know you
in relation to you,
rooms where you shape your life
beyond our knowing

experience expands meaning;  life
and language both dynamic

I’m going home
is a different statement
than one year ago

still rooted in love,
but not in space, growing wherever
you find yourself