what is home to the falcon
the nest where it was raised
or the vastness of the sky?
what is home the snail
the fern in which it
leaves behind trails
of glimmering mucus
or the comfort
of the house grown out of its back?
what is home to the salmon
the ocean it spends its entire life traversing
or the river it was born in
to which it inevitably returns to die?
what is home to the gazelle
always on the move for better pastures?
the plains the plains the plains
you ask me where I am most at home and I tell you
in airports, the sky so close and
only some baggage claims away
the house I grew up in but also
the shell I grew for myself over years
tent of familiarity I can pitch wherever I go
the country I spent my life in but
also the country I was born in, the one
I know I will one day return to to die
you ask me where I am home
and I tell you the plains
the world is my savannah and it all looks the same
I will settle down where there is water
and move on when there is none
where am I at home?
the world, the world, the world.