Home Is Where You Return to

WARD Is
Of Wind
Of Gold
Of Outlaws
Of Poets
Of Outlaw Poets
Of Wildlings
Of Mountain Mentals
Place where the subterranean
Place where what is under your feet
Is so vast
That the above ground is small in comparison
Although I’m leaving you
I’m nowhere near finished
Thinking about you
Pondering you
And home is where you return to.