This is the first time you have been in this moment
And the last

Sometimes during the day
I go to places
I often go to in my dreams

It’s a house i live in
I like it
It’s me

It has walkways
instead of
stairs
of polished stone

It’s all glass
Multi layers
With soft furniture
and plants

I go there
maybe
four times a year
maybe more

And whenever
I do
I know
I am home

Home is not a place
It’s a feeling