Religion and Philosophy

i used to think that home was the woman
the one that let you lay in the crook her arm and talk about bob dylan
the one who was smart enough to think i am funny and
wise enough to tell me when to shut up
beautiful enough inside and out to make the other someones fade away
and strong enough to carry the both of us, if only at times

then i found out that some home is songs
songs that are so tangible you can hang your hat, or heart, on them.
songs that are a hand hold on a rock climb whether you are playing them or just listening
songs that give you a reason when there is no other reason
songs with a lyric or melody so perfect that you pour it into your heart on the hundredth listen as much as you did the first time.

and, by then, i knew that some home was these people
that you love of choice and not of obligation.
that's a different kind of home, but still an important kind
the kind of home that says, i will take you to the airport or the oral surgeon or the laundromat or the bikeshop or jamestown or starbucks or where ever you need to go.
the kind of home that calls you friend from behind a counter she can barely see over or leaves you a small brown bag of pastries just because he knows you like them. or sends a reply even though it's late because he knows you need it or hugs you when he sees you, or anytime you want him to.

and even though home might be where you're from
maybe it's more like where you're coming from
and that part is wide open.