I’ve come to where I thought was home,
five hours along the interstate, one afternoon —
Electric lights, and lights of our belonging
circle, not quite settled, in my mind

It feels like parts of us
that should be home
are not yet here —

Points of future that our thoughts took flight on,
Points of intention waiting to be filled,
Points of departure for our next adventure
not finding stillness in this quiet house

We need a bigger circle,
one that holds these all,
to lasso all these points of thought
and bring them home,
to focus them in unity
and make them strong
enough to hold the weight
of our endeavor.

©Wendy Mulhern
March 15, 2015