No word for home
Consider this, she said
The sparky woman ( French)
We have no word for home
For house of course and homeland
Vive la patrie
So much is in the meaning
Unspoken, understood
Geography and climate, native tongue
A part, but not the whole
Intangible, invisible
Except in certain lights
Like bonfire gleam or eclipse-glow
It's held within the heart
The tug of roots
The call of love
A memory of source
A place you left a life ago
Or refuge newly found
With welcome mat and hearth
A hook to hang your hat
Or maybe just, at crowded airport gate
A smile, two arms
Flung wide to fold you in
24th May 2010, Quantas Armidale to Sydney