Home (Kenny’s Interlude)

Home is rarely ever a place
It's in a face, in the infinite galaxies summarized in the eyes
Where pupils are as endless as the cycle of life
I've heard the timbre of legacies carry on in living room laughter
I've seen memories laminate on kitchen floors
Where my mom and I danced to the rhythm of sizzling sustenance and motherland music
My heart constantly reminds me that geography has no hold on what I call home
I've found abodes in souls who fluently speak love in verb, in noun, in everything
Who've constructed sanctuaries with ears and mouths
Who take the shape of havens
Who are physical glimpses of heaven on earth
Whose smile, with widening lips and glowing teeth
Beckon without a sound and yet still say, "Welcome, I'm so glad you're home"