How about writing about something I know? Something I care about? How about not caring in advance whether the reader understands or wants to understand or whether or not it even matters? How about settling for the idea that everything […]
Poems about home. About having a home, or longing for a home, or indeed attempting to create a home.
The poet has been tossed about. She knows how important it is to feel attachment to a place one may call “home”. To feel grounded, rather than blown about.
That may be the only benefit of never really having had a place that felt like home. Gaining the ability to appreciate one.
How does it feel to have a home, and what does it even mean? How do you go about creating one? And how does it affect you to go without?