Going Home

Dark thick ashen musk,

Cozy and familiar

A dozen loves packed so tight

one must go outside to change his mind

making the most of the few moments

stolen in the name of unity

Chatter commotion and cachinnation

Bulging at the seams

Replacing darkness with life

Soon, noses go blind to the musk

Carefree laughter flows like blood

through the veins to the heart

Once the laughter fades

salutations and midwesterns goodbyes

along with wishes to not be a stranger

the loves disperse the congregation

scattering from the nest

and returning to the daily grind

The dark thick ashen musk returns

awaiting its next breath of life

holding tightly to the laughter and love

that filled it, impatiently waiting for

its next chance to fulfill its duty

the duty of being HOME.