Where is my home,
the walls where I belong
the spaces where I look around, and
I do not stand out as wrong
Why is this question so evasive
I have only ever lived in two places
But how is it that I choose, Between
old discomforts and new
the distant echos of childhood antics
or the new bonds forged here, far away
from the reliably easy laughter, which
was the soundtrack of my childhood
I listen now to the ringing bells
here in the first port my sailing ship docked in
But how is it that I choose, Between
the streets that made me who I am
or the streets where I show who I have become
Between the people who taught me
how to navigate this life
or the people I now sail these waters with
Maybe I ask the wrong questions
Maybe I don't choose
Maybe when I ask where is home
I answer here, and back there
I know I have a long way to go
and my sails are guided on these open waters
by the buffeting winds of life
and try as I might to navigate, I have
not a clue where I head
My captain's hourglass points me
to my two North stars
For I have Two Homes
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