No Things for a While

There is no home. There’s a name.
That’s home. If you like. If not,

You can choose. Do you want home?
Make up your tale of your home.

Do you not care? Let home go.
Some of us weren’t born for homes.

Born to homes, told this is home,
Nice folks here, and sure there were.

Some of us try out home names.
Blind dates. Like love, but for place.

It’s clear there are spots more home
Than those that don’t feel like homes,

And we say, home. We could live
Here a while, the rest of life,

And it’s true, but it’s not home
If you don’t want or need home.

Then there is no home. It is
Like love, home, both there and gone.