Finding Home

by Alexa Johansen

FINDING HOME

I feel most home when I am lost.

I thank every little thing that my hands

let go of, just for allowing me to hold them.

Even for a brief moment. For a sacred breath.

I once learned home has no roots.

I reach for sun rays, and the snow

atop mountain peaks, and the

thunderstorms that rain down

to kiss my bare shoulders

through the cold winters.

Even these do not last

when night comes

and seasons shift.

Home once hurt me so I left.

I walk with crooked ankles

and broken wishbones,

with wet hair in the winter

and wild eyes in the summer

and freckles dotting my shoulders

where the thunder’s tears

once fell to kiss them.

But I admit—I never

meant to wander

the way back

to myself.

Could this be home?

ALEXA JOHANSEN

Alexa Johansen, Ph.D., is third-generation Mexican-American and a first-generation college student. After teaching at the university-level for seven years, she left higher education and launched her business, GoldScriptCo, through which she offers writing coaching, editing, and publishing services. Alexa started writing poetry in the fourth grade; she values how poetry allows her to explore emotions and make meaning that others can resonate with. Some of her other creative outlets include painting, fiber arts, rock climbing, and hiking. On a daily basis, Alexa soaks up lots of laughter alongside her husband, Matt, and their rescue dog, Ellie.

Instagram: @alexajohansen

Website: goldscriptco.com