My home is now scattered around the globe
Like Autumn leaves, it is no longer tethered by roots or branches
But I know that I could not have existed without them
My home is not something that can be caged under brick or plaster
It resides in the laughter and tears of the people I love
Each one holding a tiny leaf, a fragment of my heart
You see, the heart is not merely a vessel
It is incorporeal, transcending shape and form
It is not something that can be confined by ribs or flesh
It is free to wander
And it does
Sometimes at will
Although mostly
We have no choice in the matter at all
It goes where it wants
Where it's needed
And on occasion, where it shouldn't
It travels to places which we can no longer reach
Far beyond the limitations of this mortal coil
And once we are but dust
I have no doubt...
It shall wander still.