Going to Find My Home

Going to Find My Home

Yong Wan Choi 5-3-06

Is my home a rock cave on a mountain
a hut built on a wide plain
a single room in a city high-rise

under a roof that keeps off wind and rain
walls surround and protect me
and when I set down my load, someone
has waited to turn on the light
sits with me to share a meal
always trusted, relied upon, a warm body
to lean on and fall asleep, my home

where there is a sun that wakes the heart
a sea that lulls the body to sleep
flowering trees growing
birds chirping and singing

Today too I go to find my home
days of wandering as a stranger
the hands that waited for me to the end
a small hut that holds me close
the home where my mother who bore me lives