Home

When searching for a place to live I want to request that in the middle of the night I'll hear a train whistle.

That i'll find tulips in the tiles.

I want a big blue house with 3 porches,

One for each of us.

And an overgrown walnut tree in a neighbor's yard

Overreaching

Tadpoles squirming in a plastic pool

and a note I found tucked in my lunchbox at school

Bay windows and wooden white shutters

I want terrible choices in carpets and colors

water damage to parts of the ceiling

crickets and a tire swing

A green rubber hose bleached brighter by sunshine

The smell of fresh snow, stale smoke, and Pinon Pine

A figure skating doll in a dog bowl left out

The feel of a Horse's clumsy lumbering lips and snout

I want glass door knobs and a mailman walking across a courtyard

leaving behind a handwritten postcard

A fire hydrant slowly swallowed by a tree

A basket of persimmons with a note that says 'free'

A teapot screaming

I want french doors and claws on a tub

Plenty of places for your toes to get stubbed

Parking tickets, pink petals, and a permanent gas leak

Noisy neighbors and a radiator that squeaks

I want my friends in the next room making me tea

And a million moths surround a porch light

Friendly ghost visits in the middle of the night

I want cottage cheese left in my coffee cups

And cigarets on a stoop

Bird feeders, and a spontaneous trip onto the roof

I want to share oatmeal on a shag carpet and a drier that sings a happy song

I want rain on the roof of a repurposed bus

Conspiracy theories, compost, and rust

Hot wax to seal mushrooms in a log

Yellow teeth, onions, and in the distance a barking dog

I want a meteor shower, a thermos, and a long long dirt road

A tent tucked in the back of my car,

if I'm brave I'll take the rain tarp off

Sleep with the stars

I want canned chili, avocados, and tortilla chips

Javalinas and coyote yips

Sunsets set on fire

I want tics and tweezers and double lined wool socks

Wet boots and duct taped blisters

Bandanas and bananas 

Peanut butter and jerky

Berries and bones

and no service on any of our phones

I want bookshops, paddle boats, and air BNBs

A new found sadness for store bought strawberries

The sound of my sister when I'm crying over the phone

I want all the things I really mean when I say,

'I want to go home'

Reviews

[Vertigo Cat1111]

You deserve a round of applause for this. Wow, this is absolutely beautiful and the longing, the feeling of homesickness is palpable and it’s not often others writing makes me want to write but this was so inspiring and beautiful and raw. There’s clear love and joy attached to wherever home you’re talking about and I love the pure, raw detail and I love how the poem goes on and doesn’t let go of this feeling. There’s so unfiltered feeling here and I love that and I really would love to see more of your work. Keep writing!

[Bee Oxford]

Thank you so much, this is such high praise and a lovely review to get. I so glad that you liked it and it didn't ramble on too long and came across the way I wanted. Thanks so much for reading and reviewing! It's much appreciated!
-Bee

[Gee]

Love this, wanting what you have/had.
There ain't no place like home Dorothy :)
So enjoyed this read

[Bee Oxford]

Thanks for reading and reviewing!