Home
Is where the trees
You planted
  15 years ago
Bless you
  and your neighbors
With blossoms
  and shade
And where you sit
  riding out rainy days
While kids sort socks
And pie bakes in the kitchen
  just because it’s Sunday
  and you had all the ingredients.

And home is also home
  if none of these things follow you,
If you wander or flee or sojourn
  hoping for a world in which we all
  find rest together at the end
  of a long and nameless road.