What is home?

Daily Small Details

My memories flied away and freed the scary path of life.
Daily small details got the main scope of my mind.
Memories of a door, a lonely metal truck, the smell of soup.
Hands of protection, all came back, all was there, and that was home.

The limits expanded, my mind did too, steps of natural growth.
Home was there, still familiar, still small, but was not mine anymore.
Tears of nostalgia framed my face, knowing what I was giving up
The wings expanded, the flight started, a nomad journey, no looking back.

Breathing the air of freedom gave me power, but I was blind.
I could not see beyond; the need of belonging, the daily small details.
All seemed so insignificant, so vane, I was blind.
Then I could see life, so cruel, so cold, so hard.

Warm winds of daily small details buffered my dreams
Experience made me stronger, but I still was able to feel.
Empty spaces were not filled, some basis were not there.
I started getting used, my routine created life again.

Suddenly, I felt comfort, I felt peace.
Small daily details were there, a door, a book, a friend, a home.
What is home the question is,
I am sure it all depends, on the moment and the space.

SDIH (2003)