My Home

is in a thousand things

it is where you are

now, soft asleep

it is

where we lay

years ago, moons ago

when we woke up

at the same time in the morning

facing each others eyes.

Before all this

and still now

it groans in the wind of the hills

and in the aching of lovers lost

and it is in the mourning

and in the living

it is down that street

where the cat fought the fox

it is in your legs


on the line

it is in

the growing of things

from warm soil

from seed, that grows seeds

that fly away

It rests abroad, in other hearts, too,

forgotten, sometimes,

remembered, often.

It is in trees, green and orange

it is in leaves, new and fallen

and yes, it is in the wind

on the grasses

here now

stroking the lines from my face

I have always been

more at home

in the small moments

of everywhere


only in one place

and that,

whilst precarious,

is surely


a comfort.


© C. Rennie 2013

27 thoughts on “Home

  1. You’ve said so much…and alluded to so much more that doesn’t have the substance of words. As stated above, several times, this is so very beautiful, Cath…I feel your heartbeat in there. Thank you for your words this morning.

  2. Beautiful and fluid are your words Cathryn;
    looking out across adjacent meadows this picture looks so wonderfully familiar….

  3. Beautiful!!!! I can understand you so much…Life is made of small moments, smells, thoughts, feelings…Home is between our love´s arms, does not matter where our feet are…Because what is important is our heart….

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