Where The Home Is Poem by RIC BASTASA

In analyzing fear
i look at my heart
if it is empty or
full or if it is still
there at all,

and this is what i found,
it is when it is empty
that fear comes in
and takes residence in
there,

for how can fear come
when the heart is full of
love
(or even hate or
whatever?)

and then i check
the existence of the heart
and ask myself

is it still there?
ah, it is there at home

for where the home is
there the heart too
dwells

and home is still you
and this house and this
garden
this bed, this
blanket
this floor
this face...