We travel the world to discover where home really is. In buckled into the sky, Adele Graf routes our search for home through ancestors in their own country and family who settled abroad. Yet it's only after travel that we're drawn to “zigzag back” to our “pillared front door” -- whether that's our current home, our childhood home, our mind's home or our home in the world. These vivid and tender poems assure us that we may ignore our “house with its blue shutters,” but “it will always be there.”
Trample the borders you once
constructed. Sponge their dust
from your skin and ramble
in the shade
of . . . tree-lined days.