home
and going
never quite
giving much thought
to this space, its structure
of heart, memory and laughter
which make it more
than it appears
never that is until
i find it empty
having returned
to learned order
and habit’s careful
arrangements
here we keep the sugar jar
here, the spare key
here, extra blankets
and here, the cookbooks
home,
and arriving
where did i put my family?
the poems of my children
the heart of my heart?
Jonas Lamb 