Lisa DeSiro
Home
What do we mean when we say make yourself at home?
We settle down someplace and then we call that home.
The refugee and immigrant know about home.
Sighting land when lost at sea, they shouted Home!
After a journey miles and miles and miles, let home
be those who welcome us when we get home.
Home is where we most belong, is where we fit. Home
is where the heart is. Do those words hit home,
traveller? Door always open, never shut: home
is the feeling you have nowhere else but home.
Lisa DeSiro is the author of the poetry collectionsHer publications include Labor (Nixes Mate, 2018) and Grief Dreams (White Knuckle Press, 2017), as well as several poems in journals and anthologies. She works for a non-profit organization and is an assistant editor for Indolent Books. She is also a freelance accompanist. Read more at thepoetpianist.com.
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