Home is rooted deep
And one has to go
Through immense parenthood
To reach the depth, the base.
At the same time,
The carpernter knows
How high to climb
To give this home
The roof it needs.
In between all this -
We laugh, fight, celebrate, sleep, die
We invite strangers, friends, workmen
We share jokes, teas and lineage.
Home does not plunge
From height into depth,
It does not leap from below,
It moves in every direction.
Home is always a border:
Somewhere between haven and haunting,
Between insider and outsider -
A family yet to come.
