they make maps a’plenty
filled with trails ‘n routes
that’re supposed to lead home
so it’s said
or, leastwise, so I been told.
been told, too,
home, home is where the heart is,
you carry that
wherever you go.
me
I took a trowel to the dirt
somewhere in Kansas
‘n carried that
then I started followin’ politics
‘n dropped it back
twice as quick.
maybe,
maybe,
with the way my heart swells
with the lightning ‘n thunder
maybe I was born on a stormcloud
ridin’ inland from coast
dropped off by bolt
to some deserving lightning rods
great people
that I love immensely.
