I am Home

I return home with the birds,
As the sun rolls past the mountains,
To rise in a different sky,
Alas, mid-flight, I falter,
The birds fly further and further away,
I stare after them,
Alone in the noiseless vastness,
Baffled and scared,
I taste freedom in the salt of tears,
Flowing like the grand river,
Not caring where,
In deep surrender, I find,
I am home,
Wherever that maybe...