12th

Day off from routine vice

makes way for second outing

out of home and head

but hosted with home-spelt hospitality

Home is the power-cable cluttered attic of
some haunted old theatre

Home is a smile across the fourth wall

Home is where sticky studios become
cauldrons of genius, where I
have a loyalty coffee card 

despite living
distantly

Home is:
a Road that collects

a ziplock-bagged gesture

Home is new friends from old lives.

Home is on stage, Downstage.

Home is the perpetual Elsewhere
Home is nomadic.
Home is present.

Home is now.