At Home-ish

At Aunt Margo's.
Every time I come here
(and this is only the 2nd
at this location)
my heart feels at home.
Welcome isn't the word...
more like a sense of
peace, completeness, belonging.

I found myself stopping.
Catching myself -
Am I in Vacaville?
No- I went there,
with strange detachment.
I must be in Rock Hill,
after all, that's where
my home is -
No 0 I'm thousands of
miles form my house.
Plumas Lake?!
This town is foreign
to me, and yet, home.
Home is where the Aunt is.